Those low words that are meant to be uheard and soft at the edges.
Whispers are always too loud, ironically.
They're harsher than expected, and more bold than they should be.
Everyone whispers.
Everyone listens.
Everyone.
They sneak into your mind, racing from lips to ears with the agility of a cheetah.
They have the bite of one also.
When you hear a whisper you weren't supposed too, you can't forget it.
"She looks so ugly like that"
Soft yet harsh.
Quite but so loud.
"Can he not tell that nobody likes him?"
Whispers are just a trick.
To get you to let your gaurd down so they can race in.
Can you hear them now?
