STUCK STONE

You hold me in daylight, it's convenient (for you). I don't say no.
Was pounding through life with heart - myself, before the carnage. Now there are only hesitations, stuck stones.

A moment, anything, like a lift. Casting shadow on this long silence.
Hanging, with one-hundred-teeth. I am nervous, even while holding unburdens anxiety.

Artwork by Karine L├ęger