Imposter

My veins join your veins
We exchange blood
Sync our heartbeats
My eyes, empty worlds,
appraise you with envy.

And as you sweat harder
I fill myself with your word beat,
perfecting your lines,
plotting with poetry, from a distance.

While the crows watch
me changing my garb
deceit encircles.
I discard corpse after corpse
Of beaten to death verse

Till I robe myself in your likeness
Making myself up to be
the very picture of you.

Reviews

[Sameeksha Vadisherla]

'While the crows watch
me changing my garb
deceit encircles.
I discard corpse after corpse
Of beaten to death verse' Wow, Andra!

How creatively you explored complexities such as Identity, betrayal and transformation.
Loved it. Have a nice day :)

[Andra Davis]

Thank you Sameeksha 😊

[Sameeksha Vadisherla]

Your Most welcome :)

[Papaya]

This feels like an expression of self, imposter syndrome.
Feeling of not being worthy or deserving of something, when in fact the reward is more than earned.

[Andra Davis]

Yes I do feel often I'm not what I'm trying to be. This manifested here. My thanks for your review.

[Papaya]

You're welcome 🙂

[Thomas W Case]

Wow. Powerful writing. You make this come to life.

[Andra Davis]

Thank you Thomas. It felt good to offload what I was feeling.

[Dave]

I can feel the angst of betrayal. I would rather be stabbed in the heart than in the back by dark betrayal.
I appreciated the strong sentiment here.
Take care - Dave

[Andra Davis]

Ooh thank you Dave. I appreciate your looking in.

[Dave]

It was a pleasure. Thank you for sharing - Dave

[DIVYA]

Dear Andra,
Imposters are so bad for everyone. It's the lowest a person can go. It's a kind of stealing and so despicable. You bring out the creepy factor effectively here. It was a pleasure to read you and I'll be back for more. 🙋‍♀️💕

[Andra Davis]

Thank you DIVYA.