Words – August 24, 2018

Rolling the sounds around my mouth

Like Yahtzee dice waiting to be thrown.

As My tongue attempts to coerce them out,

Seeking to form words.

They spill out, and land at my feet.

I quarrel, doing an unnamed dance.

My steps are callow and awkward.

The lyrics end

I pick up what’s left, and

Stuff them in my bag.

Maybe, just maybe, no one heard my heart thumping.

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