Claw (an acrostic poem)


Cat climbed up the back of his chair to perch on the top like it’s on a throne

Leaving small rips in the fabric in its passage

And he hated when the feline did that

When the cat ran away though, he reminisced about every hole

Restart (an acrostic poem)

Rust crumbled from the โ€™57 Chevy

Eroding the metal shell

Slowly stealing away the carโ€™s soul

Transforming into reddish-brown dust

Alex scooped up some of the oxidized metal

Rubbing her hands on her leather apron she headed to the forge

The idea of melting it down and recasting it seemed fitting