Era Novak
To Oscar Wilde
era@fullmooneclipse.com

At first, it was just a challenge.
Then it became insanity.
Surrounded by cold theatrical walls,
she acquired a life of her own.
She was mocking my paranoia
of public exposure in Eva's dress.
She despised me for my futile attempts
to prove something to myself and the others.
She reduced me to the state of a nametag for her.
Now, she is believed to be me…