dark twin

i seem ’em

in my sleep.

walking to the mall

chatting with my family

wearing my clothes.

–

it doesn’t bother me

unless i move-

–

like a game-

at the slightest

twitch-

–

it’s summoned-

removes the existence

of lights- hope.

bedside

peering over,

glacially shadow cowl

eyes replaced

by blackened stones

wine breath waxes

the hair from my face.

–

if-

if i dare resist-

it’ll bare fangs-

shivering fangs

and a smile.

tracing withered claws

along hurried breath,

like a surgeon.

–

if i scream

let a whisper

escape-

it carries-

like a laugh.

& it’ll join

like an inside

joke.

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