I am paused


I am paused
on the edge suspended,
waiting for it to hit.

I am silent
in-between sounds,
half-and-half exactly.

I am held
by the invisible
and it holds me still.

I am static,
cathartic in stasis,
no mistakes.

I am locked
closed in the pages,
a wishing-well.

I am stuck
to go anywhere I please,
in a limited direction.

I am stone
frozen without cold,
statue of the macabre.

I am phantasmal
moving within
and without the skin.

I am fixed
in a slit
and away, again, I slip.

© Greg Fiddament
Illustration Nick Victor

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