mannequin

I am still

Turning to stone

Hoping the permanent feature

Will somehow be turned to life
The hand of midas instead turned me to stone

Gargoyle 
staring at the world go by
as though trapped in a glass jar barely breathing
somehow a guardian
the companion never leaving
always there

Did you notice 

Do you see the dead aching

Stagnant water turned green
pools of longing and wait
not flowing but still
Mannequin 
no language just a cause
silent fight

staring at you beyond the facade 

Stuck in position

Starved into immobility

Frozen, watching

Waiting, hoping
Unnoticed, unwanted

The observer from an alien place

Trying to be a part
reality
Its like breathing and your lungs reject the air
Wheeze and squeak
self destruct 

Needing to thaw but cold hearts freeze

the realisation that there is nothing left

The tunnel is invitingly dry

Going deeper to maybe provoke a response

About the distance

The silence, the darkness

Statue
still here, invisible
At home in empty spaces
The tunnel my home
just me, her and the music

Silencing the noise
Dancing  at darkness