Wilhelmina Wilson

by flammeusgladius

Wilhelmina Wilson

Like William Wilson, our lad had a foe.
His hostile doppelganger drove him mad
With hatred of himself. Yes, it was sad
To see that both of them just had to know:
Self is the dam that interrupts the flow;
Self is the fact of which self can’t be glad;
Self is the frowning and demanding dad;
Self is the tunnel down which self must go.
But then our hero’s nasty opposite
Thought of a way to make the conflict cease:
Transitioning from mirror-image twit
Into a gorgeous babe, Ligeia’s niece!
May I as reader here pick just one nit?
More horrible than war is such a peace.

–Tom Riley