Spice (an acrostic poem)

 

She turned up the heat in the chili, drop by evil-looking drop of ghost pepper essence

Perspiration beaded along his forehead and dribbled into his eyes at first bite

It gave his body an illusion of cooling, but the heat just kept climbing

Couldn’t believe there was a time before the all-consuming fiery pain

Eventually, his mouth recovered, but he knew round two was coming

 

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Ripe (an acrostic poem)

Ruby red apples hung low on overladen branches

It was a siren call of fall

Promising a bounty of crisp sweet-tart experiences

Embracing the essence of the season

 

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Drive (an acrostic poem)

Distilling the world into its essence

Rebranding it as makebelieve

It could be labeled the fundamentals of insanity

Vivian loved it when she played with the alchemy

Eventually, her internal philosopher’s stone might create gold

 

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