The Other Me

I see her in the mirror,  
Her smile a shade too wide,  
Eyes that echo mine, yet hollow,  
With secrets tucked inside.

She moves in time, but lingers,  
Her step just out of sync,  
as if she's waiting for a sign  
To sever our fragile link.

Her fingers twitch, just slightly wrong,  
Not quite mine but close,  
A shiver runs down through my spine,  
as her reflection grows.

She mouths the words I never spoke,  
A silent threat, a plea,  
That when the moon climbs high tonight,  
She’ll trade her place with me.

And when I slip beneath the sheets,  
Her shadow will uncoil,  
She’ll wear my skin, my breath, my name—  
While I fade into the void.