Gossip

If a whisper
Is overheard
It is about the one on the fringe

I hear the shadow
Followed by the sizzle

And I am sad with its silence
Suffocated by the drip
Drip
drip
Of salacious insecurity

Borne out of boredom,

fear

Mixed with a slick desire
To be more
Than what is less

The slushing sound of vowels
Swimming and shushing in the hallway
Drown
The buzz
Of my computer conversation

I am alone here