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Slice

I don't like the slice
It makes me feel weak
I prefer the sizzle
So euphorius I can't speak

I can cope with the cut
Usually more accepted
It's not a cry for attention
Or a wish to be dead

It simply is a tool
That helps me relieve
I don't want to talk about it
Why wont you believe?

I don't need an intervention
Or to be talked at
That's why I lie
Why would I want that?

Occasionally, if you want
We can hug it out
But I certainly wont open up
It's not to be talked about

Red and bloody
Or a silver blister
I felt like a liar
The last time I kissed her.

I will always regret
Picking up the doer
But just for now
I have to endure
Aoife Semple
Thursday, June 7, 2012
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