Neon (an acrostic poem)

 

Now the sign glowed with a bright pink light

Exposing the words Bubba’s Emporium in an alluring cursive

Oh how I wanted to see what was inside

Not that I ever got my chance since I was only fourteen at the time

 

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Safe (an acrostic poem)

Silently Malcolm crept up to his target

And yet he didn’t strike out at her

Feeling that something wasn’t quite right, he turned and walked away

Evelin smiled, and her eyes glowed.  He was fleeing.  Now it was her turn to hunt.

 

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