Gossip
penetrating glares are pointed my direction,
their harsh words whispered to the familiar face
their cheap perfume that stinks
but attracts nevertheless
I taste the horrid bitterness
of their cringe-worthy laughs
I touch the tip of my tongue
to keep my own words from escape
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