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To the many victims of somebody's vicious tongue.

Submitted:Dec 5, 2007    Reads: 291    Comments: 6    Likes: 5   

There is an airborne whisper,

busy negotiating a maze of corridors

Heavy with hurtful words

it barely floats above the polished floor

Inscribed in chalk are white lies,

not so easy to erase

A victim holds her ears

her eyes wish not to read

This untruth will echo

until the next is given flight

Blather the shape of a bullet

and just as deadly

Do not give oxygen to

their stories of spite

Hold your breath

and witness gossip cease


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