Twins

All your fears

Were here long before you were born

You've only just adopted them

They will never be yours

Muscle dangling

Off a piece of bone

With blossoming fat all neatly wrapped

Like a shanty on the storm

Sleeping with an angel

Trying to keep my head

Feeling weak and fortuneless

Biologically correct

What if twins

Were two connections of a soul?

Like Arnold and DeVito

One egg with two yolks

Running with the devil

You gotta raise your chin

I told them I was in a box

I knew I could never fit in

Your sad eyes

An approximation of faces

A ball of flesh, a sky of skin

A floor made of souls that crept back in