in bits of shallow breath.
Her body trembles in silent sobs.
She attempts to tune out
the faint murmurs that breathe,
“You’re not smart enough,
you’re not pretty enough”.
But her torrent
overflows the dam. Today
she says goodbye.
And today all of us just sit back,
watch her writhe under tangled feelings,
watch her submit to the whimpering whispers,
wave as she says goodbye.
We need to wake up,
beat down the rumor,
closet the needless gossip,
hush the undercover conspiracies.
“Today,” we cry.