Double Exposure

gray0328

 

The mirror shifts, my face split,  

left and right, one true, one gray.  

I hear whispers in still rooms,  

a second voice undoing my first.  

 

Down hallways of doubt, I shuffle,  

one step forward, two in reverse.  

To live twice is to live half,  

to dissect the soul, its wail muted.  

 

I shadowbox with reflections, sly,  

counterfeit smiles crack like glass.  

The worst is the cold of dual air,  

both sides of the breath too thin.  

 

If I tear myself, will I find bone,  

or just a hollow of my choosing?  

Darkened corners guard the echoes,  

of all the yeses turned into nos.

  • Author: gray0328 (Offline Offline)
  • Published: May 4th, 2025 03:54
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  • nephilim56

    great read, thanks for sharing

  • sorenbarrett

    A most interesting poem Gray with great metaphor of the mirror and splitting. Since the face is not symmetrical I wonder how this affects things in the split. Loved the read



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