My reflection wears a different
expression than my own.
It smirks when I turn away,
though it never lets it directly show.
Lately when I'm in a crowd,
I often catch a glimpse of me.
Behind columns, or plants,
whatever cover there might be.
I thought for a while that my memory
must have become a sieve.
When people would refer to my
statements...opinions I didn't give.
My mother clammed up almost a week
ago, she normally calls every day.
I called her a couple of days ago,
she acted cold, without much to say.
As if I had somehow offended her,
when I asked, she said "Let it go."
Certain I was aware of the reason
for her behavior, but I truly don't know.
Today, my lover sent me red roses,
the card said: "Last night was great!"
Last night I gave a lecture at the college,
so who or what went on that date?
I decided to make a report, and file it
with the authorities, talk with the police.
When I gave my statement, the officer said:
"Miss, we don't need two of these."
"Two? Why, whatever do you mean?"
"You filed this complaint already, 3 days ago."
"That's impossible officer, I did no such thing!"
yet the handwriting was exactly like my own.
I was beginning to be very frightened, thinking
I must be losing my mind.
Isn't there some condition that means fear of self,
"Autophobia" or something of that kind?
While I researched that, I came across a reference
that froze my blood as I read.
There are supernatural creatures called "Dopplegangers"
that're your double from toe to head.
They insinuate themselves into your life, your friendships,
family, lovers, career.
Eventually they take over, yet this says if you die, they die,
so how they do it isn't clear.
At last I fell into a restless, troubled sleep,
right there sitting up in the chair.
But that isn't where I woke up. I realized I
didn't recognize anything there.
In a sparse room with no windows
locked in tight.
I fell back in shock, realizing what'd happened,
I'd been replaced last night.
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