Doppelganger Seven Three

I caught his eye, a random
Passerby.

He caught mine eye, betwixt those
Shuffle by.

Oh, cruel portent, I beseech,
Vardoger

Harbinger of sorrow? The
Mad language?

Syringe of poison, foul my
Daily thoughts.

Taint and spoil unripened fruit;
Putrify.

“You shan’t cast it upon me!”
On my knees.

Words the salve on the blight, scars,
Contusions.

Doppelganger comes, devours,
Death awaits.