Nerve (an acrostic poem)

Nothing could hurt this bad, Cary thought

Everything just throbbed with each beat of his heart

Reaching for the glass of wine he drank it down in one gulp

Viewing her frown, he knew this night was over

Even though he didn’t think she meant it that way

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