The Doppelganger

Part i
“It wasn’t me!!” 
	My breath was stuck in my throat,
	Suffocating my mind.
	Toxic blood pulsed in my veins,
	My eyes glazed and my thoughts…blank.
“I couldn’t have killed her.
Could I?”
	The blood was everywhere,
	She couldn’t even scream.
	For the spiked gag ball in her mouth.
	Caused her to choke on her own tongue.
         An artificial spear gutted her petite form,
         And splattered the lens with bodily fluid.
         The hand on that spear in power,
         Led to a body on film and a face that was…mine.
“I didn’t do it!!
Sabotage!! Setup!” - But there I was on camera.
	No one listened as cold metal clasped my wrists,
	I vomited on the shiny cobblestone.
	And in the corner of my eye I saw a face,
	Gleaming wickedly, evilly, it was me.
 
	
Part ii
	Some hours later in a silent cold stone room,
	My  prison- I vomited again.
	In doubt, in fear and remembered the illusion,
	On the cobblestone- that dreadful face.
“I must be mad.”
	Before my thoughts could concentrate I felt death,
	A set of cold hands slip around my neck.
	I dug my nails against this unknown flesh,
	And elbowed a sturdy stomach.
	
	I spun around to face my enemy and it was me,
	That gleaming, wicked me.
	Speechless I met my eyes,
	And my reflections lips opened.
“I am going to kill you,
  And start your life anew.
  No one will know,
  It won’t show.
  Your belt around your neck,
  And no one will suspect.”
	I attacked myself,
	I struggled! And one of me won.
         God damn mental separation,
         Creating a doppelganger.
		Sheena Allen June 2007