Words and Voices

Fatigue- Luro's art  secrets sneak out of my mind  that's how they break rules eyes hold reality  behind rose-colored glasses the nose sniffs  so as to get lost in the blanket  of an unknown fragrance  bored ears do not listen tongue tied in knots  any utterance is forbidden  yet lips whisper  sweet-nothings to themselves all the teeth go numb  in the cold before spring  necks twists and turns till it can't anymore  the back breaks  every now and then and is whole again  flailing arms  try to catch the air seven hundred unsuccessful attempts  all the same, the game never ends  the stomach is still a cocoon that holds the butterfly safely inside  legs sway and dance  to a beat they don't know tired toes hate to give in to the tireless fatigue. -Luro