Friday, August 21, 2009

Poem: A whisper in the night



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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