Steak (an acrostic poem)

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She took out the long wooden stake and drove it into his heart

The vampire shuddered once before collapsing to the tabletop

Emily smiled.  Buffy had nothing on her

Alan took a step back from her, horrified

Killing someone in cold blood because they liked their sirloin rare seemed a bit over the top

Cracked (an acrostic poem)

Cool façade in place, she entered the bar

Raucous music assaulted her ears, but her eyes never waivered

Ahead was the bar, and he was at the end of it

Cozying up behind him, she inhaled his musk one last time before she struck

Killing him might have been extreme, but he deserved it

Everyone screamed, but they were drowned out by the music

Downing her pill, she joined him for eternity

 

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Duck (an acrostic poem)

Despite feeling pretty fowl

Uncle Daffy was out hunting

Couldn’t find a single deer, just a damn rabbit

Killing the bunny might have been satisfying, but they weren’t in season

 

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Dark (an acrostic poem)

Damn!  Why are you so afraid?

All of a sudden the lights went out.

Really?  And you are a grown woman?

Killing you will be messier now, and I forgot my Swifter.

 

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Dragon (an acrostic poem)

Darwin hefted his heavy crossbow and took aim

Randy was distracting the wyrm with his stupid antics

Allowing Darwin a chance to strike the killing blow

Got to hit it through the eye and into the brainpan

One in a million shot, even at the best of times, but Darwin knew he was better than that

Never counted on the beast blinking.  Darwin never felt the flames

 

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Red Ink (an acrostic poem)

Rallying all his reserves, Fannie pushed on

Every time the pen touched the paper

Doubt in her teaching competence would grow

 

It was always soul-crushing being an impartial arbiter

Now her hands were covered in the remains of her grading rubric

Killing her will to continue as her soul bled out on the page

 

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Clock (an acrostic poem)

Counting the seconds until this ordeal is over

Listening to the bits of sand fall from the virtual hourglass in my mind

Oblivious to the alarms screaming to do something

Can’t take much more of this for my bum ticker

Killing time was never my thing

 

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