Eye On The Pie

Gritting teeth,

Furrowed brows.

Moving slowly,

It’s a stare-down.

Rapid heart beats,

We picked up the pace.

Head to head,

Must be first place.

Eye on the prize,

Last one on the stand.

She wanted it too,

Not by my command.

Increased my speed,

Feeling damped in my pits.

We’re neck and neck,

It’s a buffet blitz!

Gripping my plate,

I am almost there.

Damn, she moved faster,

Just missed by a hair.

“I win!” shouted my sister,

Smiled all smug and chummy.

She took the last slice of pie,

Damn, it looked so yummy.

“Don’t worry. There’s more,”

A buffet baker shook his head.

Handed me a slice politely,

As my face turned bright red.

Daily Prompt: Rapid


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