Being flexible was one of his strengths
Everyone knew he could roll with the worst of punches
Now they would still leave him bruised and bleeding
Didn’t break his spirit though
Bend (an acrostic poem)
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Spike (an acrostic poem)
So many thorns that he couldn’t touch without being pricked intimidated him
Perhaps that was what was intended, but he wouldn’t let that deter him
It just made the pursuit of that simple touch that much more exciting
Knowing one false move, one wrong twitch would leave him sore and bleeding
Except when he finally got through and she smiled… it was worth all the pain
Slice (an acrostic poem)
She held the knife in two hands like a samurai sword.
Looking at the watermelon, her sworn enemy, she bowed her head.
It was going to be a battle to the death, but she didn’t feel like dying tonight!
Cutting deftly, the watermelon never had a chance and soon it was bleeding chunks on her counter.
Extremely happy with herself, she popped a piece in her mouth and spit out the seeds.
The Lesson (an 100 word story)
Under a gloomy gray sky, she looked at the shattered pieces of her life strewn at her bleeding feet. She stood there dumbfounded. Everything was gone in mere moments! She cried and almost just gave up, but…
Time kept moving.
Tears dried.
The sun crept out from behind the clouds.
She grabbed a broom and began to clean up the mess that had been her life and threw it away. She kept a couple of small pieces to remind herself of the before times. She then made a cup of tea and looked at the horizon.
The phoenix watched and learned.
Cut (an acrostic poem)
“Can’t believe he isn’t bleeding out”
“Unless that means what I think that means”…
The zombie crunched away at the fresh brains, so yummy. They should have run.
Rust (an acrostic poem)
Ravages of time and oxidation scarred the urban landscape
Under that dilapidation lies the proud and the mighty
So many, now one with the dust below the decay above
The wind blows red. The bleeding continues.
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Hole (an acrostic poem)
Her absence left his heart bleeding
Obviously this was a mortal wound
Leaching what little joy he had left into the darkness
Even as the rest of the world didn’t notice
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Rose (an acrostic poem)
Removing the petals, one by one
Oh how the flower sheds its beauty
Soon he clutches just the thorny stem
Eventually, the bleeding will stop, but the hurting…
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Wiped (an acrostic poem)
Wrestling with an empty page
Inscribing my soul in black and white
Putting it out there naked for all to see
Energy dripping from open wounds
Determined to finish before I fall asleep
Never Short On Words 