The Voices Behind the Curtain
once in a while,
we roll tongue against skin
and skin against teeth
and it is not all, show
primitive sounds escape
revealing, a life’s worth of
hidden auroras and clear
summer skies
and we think we are
together in our loneliness,
reveling in mutual emptiness
mouth muscles contract
pouring out fear after fear
doubt after truth,
deviating from our daily scripts
my voice screamed for compassion
but your ears could not take in
the sound of humanity
© Nathalie M. Viorato
