Tuesday, June 30, 2009

Rumor

Rumor

Rumor like an unwelcome guest leaves its bed unmade and with feline hunger never gets its fill. Discarding glittering apparel for another to clean of the stigma of ruined lives, lost friendships, and frozen confidences. As a firefly pierces the dark so rumor’s loud voice shatters the resting ear. And a new day’s ambition is slowed to the pace of rumor’s slumbering breath.

Green eyes spark from the soul
Flaming tongues of venom lapping white coals of envy
Murmuring breaths of roaring red, pulse of malice
Die at dusk doused with moral right
Embers of ashen faces, blemished hands, scorched feet
Simmering beneath to sneer and point – swift to devise
Wicked imaginations fanned with a convenient breeze

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