Saturday night craze.
Meet my twin
through that door with the silvered glass.
His inebriate gaze lingers
on my incorporeal flesh..
I blink .-.
He disappears.
What if he blinks? I wonder...
It's almost transcendental, isn't it?
A trip beyond the senses before
falling flat on your face.
Ouch?
His cheek turns purplish blue
A rather unhealthy hue
that crawls on his skin.
Now I feel quite sick - he looks worse.
He looks at the floor and I follow -
his shadow begins where mine ends..
a palpable connection.
We both look up at each other
A smile of austere understanding
lights our faces.
Of course.
It's only a dream.
wingsofdeath
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