Across--
Is a simple, straight line.
With no flaws, and no imperfections.
It's perfect, in every way. 



No...!
   Why is mine so slant?
  Slurred, curved, and an utter eyesore.
        This isn't even a line,
              It's a ***** of a mountain.



Her lines are like rectangles--
Stacked on top of each other.
No empty spaces to fill,
And no spaces to stand out.



My lines are like rice grains,
Di s co nne c ted, and st u tt er ing
Em ty s aces to fi l,
And spaces





Standing out.