Trying the fucked up.

She feeds him,
she bleeds from
the cracks she knew,
She needs him.

Crying for lights
and dying for mirrors,
craving the rights,
and chasing the sliver.

She kills him,
she fills in
the cracks she knew,
She fills him.

Humping destiny
and jumping a bungee,
ignoring epiphany,
and trying the dingee.

Unsymmetry

The cells are the same,

the atoms familiar.

Similar is the frame,

or so it would appear.

One looks like an axe,

the other, shaped like a pear.

One smells like blood,

the other, sincere.

Surroundings are the same,

an amorous atmosphere.

Similar are the hopes,

or so it would appear.

One packs a punch,

the other cuts like a knife.

One steals from nature,

the other loans to life.

Their end is the same,

their journey co-linear.

Similar is the aim,

or so it would appear.