The black webbing drapes,
Masking the pain,
The sorrow.

Hides the tears running tracks
Down her cheeks,
Dripping from her chin.

Cloaks her eyes,
Her soul,
Her broken heart.

Her grief festors
Just below the surface
Of the fabric.

The veil conceals her pain,
But does not erase it,
Simply letting others to forget;

To see her as strong and whole,
As she drowns under the veil,
Completely alone.

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