Dirty Words

Frenzied shouting, dust stirred up by beaten sandals.
A body in a heap upon the dirt.

A Question

Pride

Tears fall, creating, spots of mud,
Hair hiding the shame

Hate

Fists clenched, ruddy weapons raised,
Chests puffed out in anticipation

Gossip

Cowering, fearing,
Cringing in preparation for the words of death

Self-righteousness

Eyes searching, reading, seeing the words
In the dirt

Plop

Plop

Plop

“Let he who is without sin cast the first stone.”

Plop

Plop

Plop

And the glass houses shatter

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