The Imposter & I
We travel along, the impostor and I
complaining about pain & discomfort
cycles roll hard our weary eyes
each forgetting the last
We sit alone in love & hate
I ponder ways to hide his face
in hope that Master won’t notice
the darkness of my heart
Late each night you sneak in
and hover above my bed
with mirror & rose in hand
whispering nothingness in my ear
I awaken to the nightmare
tail eating snake
A flower for the impostor
while Master and I
dance inside the mirror
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