Final slice
By Fiona Cummings
some years have past
our anger didn’t last
now we have found a place of peace
but who are you
not my daughter or my
niece
nor my sister or my friend
is this real or pretend
how do you really feel
is it like before and all an act
will you slam the door and have a spat
are you sitting on a thick pine fence
or a narrow slat
are you steady
are you ready
it is safe to chill
do you want to kill
or are you wanting me
in your life
I need you to be precise
Chunks have been eaten from me
Are you back for the final slice
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