Centres: gossip words

Elven ears in ghost train

                    Words

      many fears:      a chimera, words jumping

            out

       teeth bared, stab to the heart

But no, I don’t believe a     

word of it,

        will never give up

    searchbar

       (on ghost train:

in background

                  sound dead

        in heart they lack

        black screens blank

     erased    into suburbia they

         so typed away

Malificence

in obscure

       Deletions, never – Never

back nor forward

             train arched

         sky over void-

cloud-rippled         skipped a beat

  warped tear in fabric

     they never lived,

            nor even harmed,

                    finger of words

                 Unfriend)

rest easy, take comfort

   (in my heart)

         in my heart is living things,       growing

sent to you with love 

illustrious

      growing words around your string of poems,

                             placed upon

    as pearls-

                   Muse,

             Illustrious One

  it’s shameless, in the face

of gossip:)  

          true, too, I’ll admit-

          To you-

     and everyone else who looks-

      But

    I couldnt care about unfriends,

any longer:

                      I know something

         -words grow desperate,   

                      In my ears,

  Tense on the tips of my fingers

                                      and tongue

❤️