A broken heart.

She peeped through the sieve.
But what exactly was that sieve?
It was a depiction of her trust,her faith in that very soul.
A soul she once claimed to be her own.
Now it all was a facade she saw.
Recollection of the horrendous past pierced her heart, with an agony much excruciating.
Did she still have to continue?
Unspoken words,unanswered questions. And at the end, a broken heart.