Her silence wasn't gold
It was a shark
with deep canines
screaming agony
at every invisible pain
She fed on other's joy
and tasted all evils
called herself "Vera";
The Truth
But she was a lie
a living factoid
a controversy
an oxymoron
She was naive
but she tried not to be
Oh, didn't she?
She was tired of pretending
but she went with the flow
after all sharks do so
instead of crossing waves
and creating mountains
Nothing extraordinary.
Just Vera.
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©VioletEden
27thFebruary2017
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