Her words bounce around in her hands,
Like a basketball on the court.
She,
The solo player.
There's a five second hold rule.
She tosses the ball of words into an empty cyberspace court
It bounces four times.
The bounces,
Symbolizing each person being hit.
Shes that sticky piece of gum at the bottom of your shoe;
A stretch of truth
In every slimy,
Yet weirdly delicious way.
One at a time,
Her words strike,
With full force.
Not a second of thought
Before she releases them into the cyber courtyard.
Mass casualties reported.
A stretch of truth
Becomes a string of lies,
But she doesn't realize
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