belittling words;
slither into,
whispered sentences.
tongues click,
my image worsens,
by the clock's tick.
this air,
reeks of lies,
As rumors spread,
like galloping flames,
atop tiny fireflies.
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Author:
krutarth (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: March 15th, 2022 10:34
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Comments1
Wow you literally encapsulated gossip in such a vivid and real way. I love the imagery you utilize and the conciseness of it all is enjoyable. Very well done!
the honor's mine ^_^
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