One and the Other


Feeble hearts wrap through one another,
choking necks and using cloth to smother.
One stretches their fabric and The Other cuts, 
ice is thin and air is tough. 

Heads buzz together and fabricate their cloud,
rubbing their ears and eyes and mouth,
it’s too loud.

One stays hidden, holding their breath,
and The Other breathes their cloud,
it’s death.

Feeble hearts stab through one another,
choking necks, using cloth to smother.
One spins around, and The Other runs,
One needs love, and The Other has none. 

In the beginning, hands touch softly,
never close to letting go,
it’s godly.

One squeezes tighter, to each his own,
but The Other lets go,
it’s home.

Feeble hearts destroy one another,
choking necks, using cloth to smother.
One needs The Other,
but The Other needs none.

By Izzie Ramos-Foley

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