Day 2 of WP’s Writing: Into Poetry, with the prompt of ‘a face’ and encouraging alliteration. 

Doggedly defending the indefensible,

bile steadily drips from the bigot’s spigot,

fouling the stream of dreams

of lovers, under the cover

of internet anonymity.

Faceless, baseless, racist,

panting and ranting,

typing and sniping one-handed.

In the starkness of semi-darkness

the blinkered curser’s cursor blinks on.