I am as still as a painting

I am as still as a painting

The action frozen

In timeless execution

A latency of movement

Bolted to the wall

Useful as a coat hook

Draped in shadow

Veiled in the corner.

Many times I have waited

Afraid to move

Swallowed in death's throe

Unable to wrest myself away

From the background

Watching in reflection

As leather-bound

Bodies float by

Drowned in silence

Blood and gore

Shouting no more

Waiting for permission

To breathe

My ears are closed

The squeal of endings

The splinter of bones

Nothing ever comes

To ease the pressure

As the tears flow

The goose steps

In a crunch of eggshells

And I am left to hang

Until morning