she's confused--

the veil wrapped
so tightly over
her eyes she
starts to choke
in the midst of
a gathering--

is it really so easy?

mostly beneath the
surface, the iceberg
is seemingly small
and yet continues
for hours, deep
beneath the realms
of possibility--

sighs and tender touches never hurt before

she's just trying
to mend the hurt
while inflicting
more with
every breath--