Other me

Other Me.

Shes all of a sneak and whisper
playing with my hair
smirking idlely in the corner
peering in the looking glass
staring strait at my hidden eyes.

ten ton of weightless guilt
picking, pecking unease
tactile embraces that smother
airlessly, artlessly
in the dence thick witching hours

skipping upon me
tap tap tapping at my shoulder
only to vanish, vapourise
at the flounce of my chin
stilling of my lungs
netting of my breath.

Im all of a wail and fluster
fastooned to a platoon of dare do i shadow
strung quarterd to sanities whim
all the while im a humming
baa baa black sheep.