Wisp (an acrostic poem)

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Watching the spirits dance in the moonlight while nursing her new bruises

It made her want to run out there and join them.

She knew she shouldn’t.  She knew what would happen.  She would never come back.

Pushing off her back step she decided it was better than the alternative.

Pale (an acrostic poem)

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Perhaps he was a vampire

As that would explain his white, almost translucent complexion

Loved the sun, but always had to be covered from head to toe

Even moonlight seemed to burn