listen to the softest sounds

Ignorance breeds discontent

They only saw the quiet; They didn't see me.

They never saw the sleepless nights, the 

silent aching. They

haven't heard the smothered sobs, the teeth grinding. They--

never knew the shadow in my heart, the darkness

that I harbored.

Today it will be clear. Warm weather,

low humidity, calm winds.

Tomorrow there will be a scattered storms.

They didn't see me 

when I pulled back the veil, or 

Vengeance, or 

the shadow.

The folding red umbrella was left by the door.