I have a hidden twin.
And even the night,
Even sleep offers no respite.
She comes alive at dusk
And does not rest
‘Til the break of day
She invades my dreams
In a multitude of guises.
She is a hawk with talons of steel,
Savage and merciless and ravenous.
She is the evil spirit sucking me dry.
A pallid bluish green ghost.
A malevolent spiritual being,
A Roman deity. A rainbow. A butterfly
A fluttering moth, plain and brown
A flamboyant flake of crimson flame.
Sometimes she is an enchantress, an angel
Swelling as I shrink into myself
A swarm of black beetles.
Obscuring the moon
She pursues me through the dark forest
In which my nightmares dwell.
She whispers into my ear,
‘You are like the farmer’s prize heifer
Destined only to be sold at the cattle market
And milked for the rest of your life.’