Rumors

The viciousness of rumors.

If I could spinster out this secret of mine,
I could destroy you,
Tear down your web of lies.
Rip off your vanity, smash your pride.
Leave you lying desolate, lost
Rip away your false security,
Leave you naked, exposed
Shaking. Shredded.
I’ll hold nothing back
No mercy, no sympathy.
I’ll tear out your heart.
And leave you to cry.
Then I’ll deny,
The rumor was ever mine.