Nick (an acrostic poem)

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Notching her knife with a file, Katy smiled
It would make sure the slice would catch right there
Causing her to pause in her butchery
Knowing she wanted to savor Jim’s demise and not make it go by too quickly

Shrink (an acrostic story)

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She looked at her client perched on her couch. “Tell me again what’s wrong?”

He didn’t dignify her with a response.

Really? You don’t want to say anything?”

It didn’t seem to alter his disposition. He closed his eyes to slits and stared at her

Now these were the times she wished she had thought about this if this was the right career for her

Knowing this, would she have not gone into cat psychology? Probably not. Mr. Butters left the couch and jumped onto her lap as if to seal the deal. Purrrrfection!

Break (an acrostic poem)

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Baby porcelain doll, the last one her daughter had ever held, burst into sharp shards as it hit the floor

Releasing so many emotions in her, some she thought she had closed within that small casket

Everyone around her just stopped and stared, silent, not knowing what to do or say

As she watched those pieces scatter she started drowning in a psychological flood

Keeping the tears away was impossible as she felt something inside of her…

Corner (an acrostic poem)

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Couldn’t stand being put in one when she was young

Objecting to the degrading idea of facing the epitome of a box

Realizing she never wanted to be inside that construct ever again

Now she does her own thing while society fiddles and burns

Energized knowing she is living her best life

Regretting that the rest of humanity decided not to follow her and stayed in the …

Work (an acrostic poem)

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Whitlling away at his soul to earn sustenance

Only he never felt sustained

Reaching lower and lower depths of despair

Knowing eventually he will fall out the bottom and drop into nothingness

Wrong (an acrostic poem)

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Wishing he was right, but knowing he wasn’t

Really, he couldn’t be farther from being correct

Only he was committed now, and backing down was worse, wouldn’t it?

Now it was time to pay the piper, but he had no money

Going to be bad, but the rest of the village had said what could the pied piper do?