Everything she knows about the world, she learned from a textbook.

Melodrama was never one of her stronger points.

Perhaps that is why she had no understanding of the subtle dogma that constantly shifted around her.

So she sacrifices herself is for nothing other than meager redemption from her lack of sin.

The whites of her eyes slowly yellowing with the age that was forced upon her by them.

The them that has no other identity than that they are not her.

This disparity has often haunted her, yet it gives a false promise of uniqueness.

She prays to that which is mediocre and hopes for normality.

Yet, the madness has consumed her surroundings like a scourge.

And the them breathes the air around her, stealing away the ozone she needs.

As she winds down a dizzying labyrinth built for the transgressors.

She sarcastically says a "Hail Mary" under her powdery breath.

She awaits this secret man to prove her right.