BROKEN

A velvet cloth covered the damage,

smooth and fitted, 

hiding the truth over everything.

The leaves rustled on the wall,

long and unbroken,

hiding the truth behind everything.

A quick sweep stored the damage,

sharp and ugly,

hiding the truth under everything.

But for the inside damage,

unforgiving and unjust,

hiding the truth under the cloth,

the velvet cloth you gave me.