Second
Skin
Genetically
spliced from within
Cloned
creation, born again
Limbs
and organs just like mine
Only
born without my mind
*
Abducted
and chained
To
the attic wall
Sedated
and asleep
The
spider crawls
Identical
replica
Blood
to donate
Perfect
specimen
Torture
awaits’
*
As
my body prepares to die
Ill
am I and skin turns gray
Removing
the spare parts
From
my cloned twin
*
Dark
and silent
He
fears the night
Rusty
and sharp
Instruments
of pain
Skinned
and alive
Weeping
pathetic flesh
Grinning
maniacally
As I don my second skin…