Thursday, August 18, 2005
doppelgänger
We are face to face, unflinching in the moment of confrontation. Her presence on top of me surprises me, as I struggle out of the suffocation. My eyes adjust to the darkness and I begin to see more than a silhouette of the midnight visitor.
O' the tricks our minds play... how is it that, per chance, we look into the most frightening sight of all: ourselves.
She sits smartly with a commanding grimace, looking upwards with those seemingly innocent eyes. But do not be fooled, my friend - there is a sliver of malice in this childish gaze. One blink of an eye, and you won't know what mischief she could cause.
Now moving around freely, she crushes the cigarette, three-quarters ashened, in the sink. Charred porcelain. A slit-eyed, glazed sideways glance - spliced together with absolute disinterest and utter contempt. It is like watching a 3 million dollar antique vase blast into shards on the cold marble floor in slow motion. Chillingly tragic - and you are mesmerized by its mere act that your body cannot react to its fate.
I gather enough strength - a knot in my abdomen - to push her away. She looks shocked. In confusion, I scream, 'It's not my time!' The doppelgänger shudders like a winter fir tree, eyes popped wide open, as if it would start to cry. As suddenly as she arrived, the weight uplifted and the girl dissappeared into the musty hotel air.
Perhaps she only wanted to play. A free spirit of trickery - a reflection of how we once used to be.
O' the tricks our minds play... how is it that, per chance, we look into the most frightening sight of all: ourselves.
She sits smartly with a commanding grimace, looking upwards with those seemingly innocent eyes. But do not be fooled, my friend - there is a sliver of malice in this childish gaze. One blink of an eye, and you won't know what mischief she could cause.
Now moving around freely, she crushes the cigarette, three-quarters ashened, in the sink. Charred porcelain. A slit-eyed, glazed sideways glance - spliced together with absolute disinterest and utter contempt. It is like watching a 3 million dollar antique vase blast into shards on the cold marble floor in slow motion. Chillingly tragic - and you are mesmerized by its mere act that your body cannot react to its fate.
I gather enough strength - a knot in my abdomen - to push her away. She looks shocked. In confusion, I scream, 'It's not my time!' The doppelgänger shudders like a winter fir tree, eyes popped wide open, as if it would start to cry. As suddenly as she arrived, the weight uplifted and the girl dissappeared into the musty hotel air.
Perhaps she only wanted to play. A free spirit of trickery - a reflection of how we once used to be.
// posted by sakit @ 8:22 PM 
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