Written by Laura Berry

Walking along a lamp lit street,

in the dead of night, distressed.

Deeper i head into the dark,

an imitation is following me.

I hear its footsteps behind my own,

its sound is hollow and stark.

I turn around it has no form

but follows me none the less.

I stamp my foot in reply,

it mimics me. I feel haunted.

Hunted by this parallel being

i quicken and hasten my stride.

Its walk in a differing plain,

one that is vast and spatial.

As its parroting steps answer me

reverberating off the stones,

sometimes loud and sometimes faint,

i am aware that the space is empty.

It is just me walking here.

I ricochet and bounce back to me.

A discordant version of myself.

The repetition of my soul,

follows me…

as it rebounds softer in my ears

It is not a hunter…

Nor an unearthly being.

It is just my echo.

I am strangely discomforted,

it sounds harsh and ethereal,

cold in its existence and pale.

A mirror form of me.

My footsteps follow me home,

confronted by myself on the way.

Text © Laura Berry

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