The Mighty Nothing

Sunday Whirl #332

The Mighty Nothing

Ditch truth, tell only rumors.
Boil before serving.
Nothing real is as mighty as something
you hear on the grapevine.

The seams of your age-old wound
are the only reminder of the sliver that pierced your cheek.
The memory is almost lost in the middle of glorious light.

Your tears streak down to nothingness.

© 2018, MK

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2 replies on “The Mighty Nothing”

  1. Anna :o] says:

    I’ve always known people like that, the gossips, the tittle-tattlers, the poisoned of tongue. Once they were a minor irritation…
    Now social media has given them enormous power and how mighty they are…and real becomes less real.
    Scary.
    Anna :o]

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