He’s not the dragon closest
to my boat, yet in the water, daring,
waiting, pulling me to gamble,
buy the ticket, play the odds.
He’s in my blood, breathing fire,
intoxicating, pulling, singing
siren songs. He’s who I am,
all or nothing, best or sitting out.
My doppelgänger, he hijacked
my life, bet it all on his – on my —
ability, superiority. Let it ride,
let it ride, sit it out until the crash.
Until, a drowning wreck,
I grasp the saving proffered arm
relieved and powerless.
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