Newspaper hands read with sight. Neighbors preforming daily rituals consuming headline papers.
The boy strangled by the typed font in the alleyway of dreams.
Secrecy in bittersweet lies.
Typed articles, stories printed.
Words across their faces,
broken words,
Boys bruised from powerful lies.
Mouths that retell began to bleed ink.
Fingers pointed at the narrator, begin to twist.
Blamed innocent boys, innocent ideals.
Shamed by rebellion the town gossip burns truths. Become a liar,
Listen to the town spread their lies like
Wildfire. Watch their mouths burn and darken from Innocent gossip.
lifeless words infect ears shattering to applaud The wildfire of lies. A lie I shall never tell.
© Jadependragon