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.