Hardly Soft

A hard glare.

A clipped sentence.

A detached expression.

A broken emotion.

'Why?' Hurt, angst, unease, trepidation, the eyes refracted my pleading words.

'Why?' The withdrawn tone tore at the veil.

'WHY?' The veil whipped in the wind of the spoken words, trapping my despair.

'How could you...'

I tore the veil apart.

Ripped open the lace.

Exposed it's heart.

Shattered it.


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