Plate (an acrostic poem)

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Putting down the platter in front of her

Lisa pondered what was going to happen to her next

All that Googling and research, but in the end, it always came down to a coin flip

Tails and she would die from the poison there in front of her, okay, maybe that was a bit strong, but…

Everyone watched as she ate. She smiled. It seemed to be gluten-free. Heads it is!

Laced (an acrostic poem)

Looking for the poison in her sweetness

At the same time not caring if she killed him at the moment

Couldn’t help but think he was in way over his head

Even as he drank in all she poured out for him

Determined to take all the bad with the good

 

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