Simmering,
dripping
words.
Caught in
tongues.
Spreading
like
dandelions.
Falsities.
Fragmented
truths.
Some sipping the
words like
humming birds.
Consuming quickly.
Spreading like
pollen on
more
tongues.
Relishing.
Blooming discord.
Growing hatred.
It spreads.
Until,
the sky opens up.
Weeps.
Great sorrowing
drops,
cascade down.
Plummet the
earth.
Clears it.
Cleans it.