A Twin's Death
a part was ripped right out of me
i’m stripped of my autonomy
i clutch my own cold, lifeless face
i chase the warmth of your embrace
it was us, then it was i
the horror story is implied
two people, two minutes apart
but only one sad, beating heart
oh i’m not holding back my tears
were forced to die in different years
how is this right? how is it fair?
you can’t go breaking up a pair
a part was once ripped out of me
then, i felt more than i could feel
keep looking back to empty space
can’t even glance at my own face
Copyright © March Archer | Year Posted 2023
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