Twisted Twins

The first time I saw her

she hung overhead

an apparition in a dream

that I woke from

in a cold sweat.

The second time I saw her

was from the corner of my eye

a movement in the window pane

as light bled from the sky.

The third time I saw her

was from the mirror on the wall

a visage just like my own

only colder

crueler

and with less joy.

The last time I saw her

I was pressed beneath the ground

mouth open in silent screams

as the doppelganger took over my life.

 

Jay-lyn Doerksen

May 26/17

When?

When?
When did it become the norm?
To sell votes for favors……
to sell salvation for dollars…..
to degrade children
allowing them to fall through the cracks
lost and alone
while their parents are terrorized?
When?
When did time change so much?
That morals sit in the bin
taken out with the trash?
That freedoms fought so hard for
lives lost
widows made
can be torched in a moment?
When?
When did truth become a slippery slope?
When did mans lies become legitimate facts?
When did the values, the mores I remember
become so archaic
that they no longer can be found?
I weep for those times passed
mourning the loss of simpler times
when the world was not threatening to shatter. 
Jay-lyn Doerksen
©May 25/18
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