Séance in the moonlight

and your eyes strike green –

Snap. It’s just me and you.

They say if you stare in a moonlit mirror

you see the devil himself.

Boo! You’re my demon

and I’m yours.

We’ve the same baked bread skin;

our veins pool from the same ocean.

Identical twins. Only, your hair parts on the wrong side.

Four hands, four feet, two heads –

Plato’s symposium.

We should be in love.

I smile and your skin cracks.

You drag me closer with your corpse cold glare.

Someone’s breath cakes the glass in fog but

only one of us is alive.


Poem and collage by Sophie Turner


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