Repugnance in Duplication

Flittering hands,

restless movements,

and whispers of secrets

passing through the air.

Forgive me,

I recall asking,

blinking more than once

as I revive myself.

Pinch me

and let the blood trickle

down-

Do wake

the sleeping beauty,

tell her the truth

that lies beneath

the crumpled sheets.

Blistered feet

from the rain the other day

with sweets just beside

and tea!

to calm myself

on my pink frilly couch.

Bring forth,

she would command

the pauper

that took my heart

away-

They should abhor

the girl that stole a life

lest she finds out

of my ill intentions

where death

is the thought.

Turn my ears

from the truth,

from where I stand,

as I reach out

to what

shouldn't have been there.

Take a step

back,

she would remind me,

giving glances

to the fairy

who just seems

a little too

inept

to the situation

I do-

retreat.

She smiles to hide

her unsure emotions.

Must

keep these feelings

for hell may break lose.

if only she didn't

act so carelessly

these thoughts

wouldn't end a life.

These flittering hands,

my restless eyes,

and blistered feet...

Oh, the pain,

they hurt,

from the rain the other day.

But remember,

do wake

the sleeping beauty

that lies beneath

her sea of fears.

Author's Note

author's note: This is written for my poetry class. The subject is really to the reader's interpretation, but it has to do a lot with a person's identity and trying to find their true self.