Where eyes are abundant and free to roam,
She cloaks herself under a mountain of layers.
Out of breath and gasping for air,
she carries a leaden veil too heavy for happiness to bear.
But blitheness is what they paid to see,
So when the curtains roll back,
She stands at center
Buried beneath a costume and consumed by a mask.
She knows exactly what they expect,
And she delivers.
“What a spectacle!” they exclaim,
“How spectacular!” they think.
All it is,