One Clean SliceA Poem by SilverInkOne Clean Slice Oh, Im sorry. Do you find me to be Cold? Rude? Harsh? Can you feel the hard shield that I hold in front of me? I can see that it angers you. That you take stab after stab, To no avail. It makes no sense, really. Have I ever taken a swing at your own covering? Have I ever drilled into your protective shell, The way you drill into mine? I'm quite sure That if I pulled back my shield For a mere millisecond You'd climb through the window of opportunity And make one clean slice Through my flesh. © 2018 SilverInkReviews
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