Aetalag
small poem
Still as statues fingers and toes begin to clench my hands and feet Arms and legs like wet cement hugging my body petrifying Face unmoving eyes carved blind, sculpted lips freeze words in marble Thoughts of thought grind to skipping stones heart beats slow to broken glass
Thank you @Buzz Kantwrite !
Your imagery is beautifully restrained. The gradual movement from the body into the mind and finally the heart creates such a quiet yet powerful sense of paralysis. “Freeze words in marble” and the closing image stayed with me long after reading. Thank you for sharing this.