Whispers
Whispers
People giggling, People gapping
They Whisper in secret waiting
in suppressed mean tones
They are insensitive, heartless
They degrade the world with their gossip
Clitter, clatter, bitter, batter, bruise and scorn
They jeer and jatter on secret matters
They point and whisper they’ll be the spinsters
Old and alone with only the gossip of others to hold.
By Brittiany O’Neil
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