Let them talk

Taunting voices sends me into nervousness,

words so fluent that never mean a thing:

they coagulate into false lies that they

assume are true. Rumours oscillating -

from one person to the next, and it is a

repeated cycle that is never ruptured.

Losing one friend after another, because of

surmises of consumption that is all in fun.

It is an absurdity of the thoughts portrayed -

but I let it scamper off me like dust in the air.

(I know, I know, broken up really awkardly. But hey when am I never awkward with my sentences?)