Gossip Girls

He said

she said

whisper through the grapevine

tongues tied with lies dipped

in half-truths swallowed by the

asinine

fit to dine on the flesh of those

falsely flogged

to wine on the tears of those

bowed and bled by rumors

spun like tumors fed by

cancerous cattiness

arteries filled with the battery

acid of idle gossip

they vomit and then consume

as a delicacy

some kind of ecstasy

drugs swallowed dry

getting high off the pain of

the fall guy and singing Hallelujah

it wasn’t them this time.