by nathan gale
My skeleton is four walls. My hands are doors that can open and close, people come and go. My hair is sunlight combed into place across my body; my breath is a sleeping cat. My heart is a window, you can feel the wind if you open it. A little man inhabits the contents of this body moving from this thing to that. He is fat and wears loose clothing about himself. There is a computer where miniature women meet together like goldfish, and he has learned the way of caressing them without harming them with his touch.
One day he is decorating, placing a long mirror across from me. I look only to see I am a deer head, mounted on a bare wall; and thats all I know.
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In fiction, folklore, and popular culture, a doppelgÃ¤nger is a ghostly double of a living person that typically represents evil. In the vernacular, the word doppelgÃ¤nger has come to refer (as in German) to any double or look-alike of a person. The word is also used to describe the sensation of having glimpsed oneself in peripheral vision, in a position where there is no chance that it could have been a reflection. DoppelgÃ¤ngers are often perceived as a sinister form of bilocation and generally regarded as harbingers of bad luck. In some traditions, a doppelgÃ¤nger seen by a person’s friends or relatives portends illness or danger, while seeing one’s own doppelgÃ¤nger is an omen of death. [Wikipedia]
I’m laughing my ass off with that pic! Rrrroww! mmm. voluptuous vixen! lol. Anyways,
i enjoyed the read. Piece could easily have been proportioned into lines/stanzas for the look of a poem if so desired–when i see block i think flash fiction–not that it matters–just cosmetically speaking, of course. I marveled at the string of metaphors at beginning and overall concept ‘of self’ put forward here–so soothing–i can just clothes my eyes and imagine these images and they just seem to be right–know what i mean? Loved it!