She laughed to herself.
It was a dry, barren sound.
It echoed and thrust itself from the dark recess of her troubled soul.
Her life was a mess.
She frantically searched for a scapegoat, to no avail.
Her eyes were open.
She had secretly nurtured a beast in her bosom.
The veil that blinded her lay at her feet, torn to pieces.
The dazzling light of truth unearthed the hideous monster of deceit.