Two to Tango
They laugh
but for completely different reasons.
Yet, they can come together to "love" each other.
One enjoys the blood splatter.
The other enjoys it behind the cement wall with laughter.
At the end of the day, they dine.
With every meal, they never forget their simple glass of "wine."
Entangling with each other with every limb
The partner orders the other on a whim.
In every messy situation possible,
they find ways to love one another.
Whether looking at the different variations of red splotches smothered on their face
or their ridiculous demands just to feed their craze.
With every sadistic smile,
a body or limb is being dragged a mile.
By all means, they are going to satisfy the other's needs.
Even if it means, it was all for their greed.
Only then, can they be temporarily satiated.
One's bloodlust
to another.
The cycle of insanity continues
as the art of blood spilling and limb ripping is their muse.
Two pieces of a whole.
Two consumers of hearts that they "stole."
-Snow that Flutters down like Feathers
Note: This poem can be taken as a relationship between female and female, male and male, gender-neutral and whomever, or male and female. Here is a poem about a "symbiotic" relationship between a sociopath and psychopath. Happy reading. <3
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Whispers from a White Feather
Hello my readers, I am Snow that Flutters down like Feathers. I am a poet on Gaia Online and Tumblr. I have been writing since 2013.
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