05.03.19
by

Spot (an acrostic poem)

She wanted it out

Plunging her hands into the hot water

Over and over again till her hands bled

Then it didn’t matter anymore

 

Image: cdn.highonpoems.com/wp-content/uploads/2015/05/2797263314_3d0cb45a7b_hands.jpg

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