Sliced
SLICED
room...
lousy with loosely
dissected words
spliced and sliced
lemon and lime
sipped then slipped
images of cutting
edge goblets
of note
bloom
budding fruits fall
fears and tears
apples and pears
float through air
a soul shifting
pane of ice
cold write
plume
quill limped spirit
dulled and quelled
dates and grapes
dripping crimson
white page red
pain so warm
peeling
layers of flesh
forbidden fruit
start afresh
death diced
clean sliced
© Kim van Breda—30 October 2015
Copyright © Kim Van Breda | Year Posted 2015
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