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who's there?
cold panic
it’s everywhere, every vein, every pore
it fills me
everywhere and nowhere
all at once but none at all
it’s quiet, i think water dropped somewhere
is that breathing?
it’s not me, i’m not breathing
i am as still as the picture on the television
was i watching that?
why am i scared?
who’s there?
is it me? is someone in my house?
why am i panicking?
look there’s soda, i’ll have some
wait, do i drink soda?
i think i’m diabetic
i can’t have this
too late, it’s down my throat
it needs to be gone, get it out
my fingers are in my throat, pushing and probing
nothing is happening
i can’t feel
where am i?
who’s there?
it’s just me
but i’m me, so who are you?
you look like me
but i don’t smile like that, and your eyes are too wide
who are you?
there’s pain, and blooms of red, i think i’ve been stabbed
seems right i probably deserved that, i don’t remember
looks like my place will be taken
by her
my doppelganger
i’m fine with that
she looks the part, and seems the part
she is me
she forgot i’m-we’re diabetic though
seems like even doppelgangers are not perfect
the soda was hers
i’m on the ground now, she's standing staring at me
there’s wind, the door’s open
didn’t the radio say to keep the door shut
and locked?
don’t look outside, they said
don’t look at it
don't let it see you
i think it saw me
i don’t see it anymore
i’m swimming
it’s dark
and cold
maybe it was a dream
yeah
just a bad dream
i’ll sleep now
it’ll be fixed in the morning
i forgot to take my sleeping meds
i couldn’t find them, that's why i was watching TV
i think she found them
she used them
on me
in that drink, why couldn’t i drink it again?
maybe she knows
i hope she plays me well
i’m tired.
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This poem is horror inspired and based on the doppelganger theory from the mandela catalogue. I additionally took inspiration from the tiktok doppelganger trend. This poem is supposed to display a sense of extreme confusion and fear from the narrator as they are stalked and eventually killed by their photocopied twin.
(This poem is best read in the dark at night in either silence or with very soft out-of-tune piano music in the background)