Mary Jane (an acrostic poem)

Musing in the heady fog, Shelia looked at her story

Already her main character had done so many cool things

Really she had to considering all the shit Shelia put her through

You would think Shelia hated her, but it couldn’t be farther from the truth

 

Just as she took another hit, the idea hit her

Amazing she had never thought of this before

Now she puffed twice as fast as the clack of the keyboard became staccato

Even as the high wore off, the buzz of writing remained

 

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