On the edge of shadows
with lidless amber watchful eyes
we play and prance; two boxers
me and him; we circle tiptoe; wait.
Soft like snow
our footfalls with retracted claws.
Our dance is fluid; mirror motioned;
endless, darkly bright.
I wonder how the mirror lies and why
the shadows speak to me?
Is this a battle or my scream?
It burns; it burns; those eyes of his;
exhaustion fills my eyes with sand.
I whisper (plead): “Please let me sleep”;
but he just echoes: “…sleep” and time wears
concrete shoes and pass like syrup poured.
My doppelganger leaves at dawn,
and daylight glosses warmth on
grayness of my skin
I thought that this could fit the prompt of Shay… my doppelganger is someone I see but no one else. To read more visit toads
October 6, 2017