Sheets of glass covered her face

As she met to melt in his warm embrace.

Her tears stuck to the surface

And she felt she deserved this

So she drew up her mask so she’d look perfect.

Every now and then a storm would brew up.

She blamed it on the heat to appease his worry

And then she’d close the shutters in a hurry.

For a while, the water flowed in the moat

It was the only way she would stay afloat.

But soon enough, she saw the waves of the flood.

The waters were warm like terrible blood.

Her shields were not enough to fight off the rain,

And her body was torn by the ripples of pain.

So he left her alone, scared to see her die,

But what he didn’t know was that she just needed to cry.