Challenge
"Gossip is the art of saying nothing in a way that leaves practically nothing unsaid."-Walter Winchell. Weave a poem or story around a rumour and the consequences/aftermath of this shared (mis)information. TAG ME, PLEASE!
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But
On knees
Crushed by the weight of disbelief
Blind
Eyes flooded by dark waters
Not the cleanest of souls
But
No harm was meant for you
Nothing foul came to play
But
They spun lies to you
Dark and sweet like molasses
Horrible and convenient
Like your first smoke
Slipped right through fingers
A red ribbon whipped out into the wind
You
Jaded but kind
You were broken
Chucked off the trail like a snapped twig
You never found the path again
Refusing to come close
Refusing to see my face