The Same Beast

speaking through keyholes
I know what it’s like

to not be
alone

not be in
love

something else
takes shape

when shadows lose
their faces

obscured
in the mirror

I have a twin
I know he’s me but

I know he’s not
who is who

blindfolded conversations
with the same beast

do I open the door
or step into the mirror

©J.D.C.IV 2018

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