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.