Gossip Travels Fast
Whisper Whisper Whisper
Murmur murmur murmur
Gossip travels fast
The fire burns the innocent
The pain unbearable
Drag your heart, carry your soul
Wither the organ, ghost the essence
The story changes, the nuance slants
My tarried soul,
My bloody heart
Skewed the mind
Lanced the soul
The boil began within the heart
Mind manners
Civil discourse
Knives in my back
Blades under my nails
I ache,
I throb
My soul laments
Again they whisper
Again they murmur
The gossip returns
Never to end
My eyes turn down
My heart fails
My innocence crucified
Mince the words
Delve the heart
Salt the wound
Vinegar the soul
Bitter the root of this worn heart
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Sonja Hand
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