Imposter

My veins join your veins
We exchange blood
Sync our heartbeats
My eyes, empty worlds,
appraise you with envy.

And as you sweat harder
I fill myself with your word beat,
perfecting your lines,
plotting with poetry, from a distance.

While the crows watch
me changing my garb
deceit encircles.
I discard corpse after corpse
Of beaten to death verse

Till I robe myself in your likeness
Making myself up to be
the very picture of you.

Reviews

[Sameeksha Vadisherla]

'While the crows watch
me changing my garb
deceit encircles.
I discard corpse after corpse
Of beaten to death verse' Wow, Andra!

How creatively you explored complexities such as Identity, betrayal and transformation.
Loved it. Have a nice day :)

[Andra Davis]

Thank you Sameeksha 😊

[Sameeksha Vadisherla]

Your Most welcome :)

[emmajoygreen]

There seems to be a rumpus against a someone - you? - and also, creating poetry here. Turning away from self a while, wondering if, worrying if - things should change. There's merry hell in what you say, everything pouring out as if a shattered dam.

' While the crows watch
me changing my garb
deceit encircles.
I discard corpse after corpse
Of beaten to death verse'

You and your motives for writing what and how you do, perhaps - nothing good enough, frustration on the peak of calm.. no more should be allowed. Danger signals. perhaps

[willweb]

Definitely a poem to create thought in the reader if not a little self-perspective or awareness. I learned a long time ago that the best person you can ever be is, yourself. It takes no additional energy or thought, you just be and if they like you, they do and if they don't, they don't. Seems simple right? Easy to say is more like it. I really enjoyed your poem, it made me look at myself for a bit.

[Sapphus]

I felt distinctly uncomfortable. You did quite wonders here. Good poem.

[Andra Davis]

This is thrilling. Thanks. 😊

[Tania Mo]

Andra you deserve a round of claps for this 👏

[Andra Davis]

Wow. Thank you Tania. 😊

[jacob erin-cilberto]

reminds me of an old Fleetwoods song...the Great Imposter.
"Poetry so sweet, has her at his feet...she thinks she's the one but he has just begun. All her friends they just watch her, for they know the great imposter." Imposters ruin lives. This poem is volcanic.
j.

[Andra Davis]

Wow. Thank you for saying this is volcanic.

[Ana Papaya]

This feels like an expression of self, imposter syndrome.
Feeling of not being worthy or deserving of something, when in fact the reward is more than earned.

[Andra Davis]

Yes I do feel often I'm not what I'm trying to be. This manifested here. My thanks for your review.

[Ana Papaya]

You're welcome 🙂

[Thomas W Case]

Wow. Powerful writing. You make this come to life.

[Andra Davis]

Thank you Thomas. It felt good to offload what I was feeling.

[Dave]

I can feel the angst of betrayal. I would rather be stabbed in the heart than in the back by dark betrayal.
I appreciated the strong sentiment here.
Take care - Dave

[Andra Davis]

Ooh thank you Dave. I appreciate your looking in.

[Dave]

It was a pleasure. Thank you for sharing - Dave

[DIVYA]

Dear Andra,
Imposters are so bad for everyone. It's the lowest a person can go. It's a kind of stealing and so despicable. You bring out the creepy factor effectively here. It was a pleasure to read you and I'll be back for more. 🙋‍♀️💕

[Andra Davis]

Thank you DIVYA.