Doppleganger

Every morning I wake and hesitate,
I check the mirror and search my face
and ask ‘who is it today’?

Sometimes she replies and other times
she stays silent, content
with the havoc wreaked and the
chemical goliath temporarily defied.

I, her unwilling sparring partner
spend days in her sepia world with
her cardboard cut-out people
and her heavy-weight heart
clinging to her razor sharp edges
suffocated by her shadow
tasting the salt of her tears
the sorrow of her dreams
and I embrace her and together
we descend.