It starts as a murmur in the dark.
You brush it aside
At first, doubting your own ears.
When it emerges with authority
You no longer know
Which voice is real
And which voice is a doppleganger
Or imposter; soon the bleedthrough
Takes precedence.
You can no longer differentiate
Between your Jiminy Cricket voice
And the one ordering you
To leave your home
And dice up the first luckless person
To cross your path.
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