Everybody Talks 19

I won’t tell a soul, I promise. But yeah well bitch, the second I tell you, the next will be spend finding the closest ear to whisper it in. And those whispers will be whispered into another ear and from there into another and so on until it becomes a game of Chinese whisperers. They all start with the same string that slowly and rather casually knits with the rest and forms a thread. A long thread that stretches across a series of threads, but out of place, it is indifferent - an outlier, an imperfection that spoils the whole sequence. The stain sets off a domino that spills over on a mass level into a volatile region that now erupts with conflict. It pounds down on to the Imaginary bond of trust that. Blood oozes from the pores, internal bleeds require patches, and it slowly begins. The fortress starts to self-destruct, it falls week on its knees, it crashes into the ground, and it crumbles into fine dust. Red droplets accumulate into widespread bloodshed.  It multiplies into a double, then a triple, and finally a quadruple; a ripple effect. It produces these echoes that resonate through empty space as it plays by the ear. Here and back again, start with a tinge of white, end with an explosion of black.