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In the toilet, I dreamed of my daughter
as something other,
a starved beast that would hunt me from this room
if only she could smell me. 

In recent months,
her teeth had broken through her gums
in readiness for the act,
and she had been tiring me, waking at night,
so I’d have no fight to give. 

Her slow, light, predator steps
stopped at the door. 

I twisted the key,
submitted to her open arms, 

the gentlest killing
I could ever imagine.

Very sweet and delightfully put together

Hi Dave,

Thanks for the feedback. Good to know it works fairly well for you overall.

Trev

It works very well, Trev 

Thanks, Colm. Good to hear it.

Trev