Crispy (an acrostic poem)

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Crunching on this piece of Nashville hot fried chicken

Relishing in the heat and texture dancing in my mouth

It is a spiritual experience to be sure

So much noise and so much spice

Perhaps I should have gotten that milkshake after all

Yeppers, as my mouth begins to erupt, yes, I should have

Crunch (an acrostic poem)

 

Chewing through the textures dancing in my mouth

Reveling in the amount of noise that escapes my piehole

Until everything Is broken down into the mush my stomach desires

Necessitating another bite of that audio and physical harmony

Chomping down on another symphony of mastication

Hope there are many encores!

 

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Enough (an acrostic poem)

Evening faded into the background as he turned up the noise

Nothing special, just something to keep the world from invading

Outside he looked like he was just chilling out

Underneath he was boiling with emotions

Going to blow any minute like one of those geysers

He just couldn’t take it anymore.  Soon the water escaped, but one drop at a time.

 

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Foibles (an acrostic poem)

Feeling her way through the darkness

Olivia could feel her pulse quickening

If these walls could talk, they would be screaming murder right now

But silence was the only thing that was echoing in her ears

Losing herself here would not be a good idea with Justin chasing her

Even though Olivia really wanted to be caught

She shifted the grip on her chef’s knife and purposely made a noise