A Piece of Slice
Slices throats like if a knife hasn't been touching mine,
Slice wrist like if i hvaen't done it once or twice in a row,
Slice pie like a holiday to bring the family together rather
than a party for them to dress in the finest black.
Sliced, just slice i was told, just slice once more
to scream and yell of pain i had no more.
Slice of marks i look down upon, down as a tear falls on top of.
Slice of life i will be hungry for.
Fuck it, give me a whole pizza instead of your last slice.
This poem is about:
Me
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