ONE, TOO MANY?

by Karan Talgeri

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She said it would be

As simple as,

Entering a tunnel,

To your other selves.

One that stares, one that screams,

One lay bare emotionless, one unheard - sad,

One that lives for, thrills of night,

One that perceives, grim, aflame.

Forms mis-shapen, bones disjointed,

Thoughts wavering across them all,

Final forms, intimidate,

Offer shelter, once more.

From this shell of a head,

Escape is sought, 

Cracks hoping to develop, 

Break through them.

Eyeballs shifting, all day,

You are the focus, yes you are,

Which facet, care they not,

As long as, riled up, you are.

Maybe the other selves get me,

Unlike the world termed real,

So, accept them? At their mercy,

Tunnel closing, eternally.

They said it was a car crash,

“Luck's kiss,” it must be, 

As good as new, not a scratch,

Breathed new life into, a new me,

One of, the many, the others,  

A strong remembering, 

Of past lives lived,

But only their final moments.