Whisper
Murmers in a crowded room.
Eyes flicker back and forth full of fear and presumption.
All eyes are on her but in reality are averted elsewhere.
A faint laugh rings loud in her ears and a crimson blush blossoms at her cheeks.
surrounded by whispers
Friends fade to foes.
Fantasy overrides reality.
Sanity is shadowed by mindless addiction.
Red lines are drawn on her delicate skin a release for ecstacy that would not long
for a means for an end.
They see the white in the tan.
filled by whispers.
Tension builds, panic stricken.
She gives a silent plea for help that falls to blind eyes.
Thoughts of despair of hatred and pain flash before her.
In her final moments she thinks "let them talk" as she kicks away the chair and
fades to black.
they all whisper
Copyright © Brian Burnette | Year Posted 2011
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