She started the whispers
when her lips parted
and out came a cloud
of red and black smoke.
The trail flowed out
of those lips and into ears
dropping a bit here
and a bit there.
The smoke began to disperse
losing its power but sticking
in the ears of where it caught,
jumbled and confused.
She left, her lips taking her
in another direction,
but the cloud still remained
and the whispers lived.
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