Twins

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Twins

In the red beating womb
our fishy bodies mirror
each other
and our webbed hands reach
out and clasp.
We whisper embryonic
secrets, our tails
curled in mischievous delight.
But you are lost in a
metallic rush
and I am left to traverse the
path to life
alone.
In this sterile world, my thoughts
linger
in
a
claustrophobic
mind.