Betrayed (an acrostic poem)

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Been promised that everything would be fine

Except that was never going to be true

That shouldn’t have surprised her

Rachel had grown up on the wrong side of the tracks

And no one there was ever able to keep their word, even if they tried

Yet this one hurt more than all the rest put together

Everett said he would always be there to hold her, to help make things right

Death had conveniently gotten him out of that, the bastard.  She spit on his grave.

Wart (an acrostic conversation)

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What’s that at the end of your nose?”

Ah, that’s a wee bit of nothin’.”

Really now? I think you might be one of them thar witches.”

That’s so stereotypical, you bigot. Keep that up and I’ll turn you into a newt!”

Collect (an acrostic poem)

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Can I please have them all?

Or at least the ones that I don’t have yet?

Let me assure you, I will keep them forever.

Loving the ability to know I have everything.

Except the really really expensive ones.

Can’t afford to get those…. yet.

That will be an acquisition in the future.

Knife (an acrostic poem)

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Knowing you would keep stabbing me in my back

Never helped in the past and yet

If I didn’t go through that personal hell I wouldn’t be where I am

Finally free of the pain of your sharp slices that cut me down

Enabling me to fly away on angel’s wings

Dread (an acrostic poem)

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Doomed to keep repeating her mistakes like some deranged version of Groundhog Day

Rachel kept trying to break the cycle

Except she never found a way

And so here she was again

Doomed to keep repeating her mistakes like some deranged version of Groundhog Day

Shirts (an acrostic poem)

 

Sometimes they just contemplated their closet

Here were so many choices of things to wear

It boggled their mind how they had so much and yet nothing at the same time

Realizing that they should just get rid of most of it, but what would they keep?

That’s when they gave up and just wore what they wore yesterday

Since it didn’t smell yet

 

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