in the quiet depths of the night’s solitary shadows
do her emotions flood
pulling her under
thrashing her violently about within their tormenting currents
but just as soon as the waters rose do they recede
in fear of being seen
exposed
for that which they truly are

and it is as the waters recede
that she puts her mask back on
to face the world

quietly the water ebbs in her mind
threatening to take control at any moment
and only when alone does it truly tighten it’s grasp
drowning her
but it quickly knows when to pull itself back
rein itself in