Tread (an acrostic poem)

The sensation of someone’s foot stomping down on her was all too real

Reducing her to a bundle of pulsating overstimulated nerves

Even getting out of bed on those days was met with dread

And yet she kept working on surviving day after day

Damned if she wasn’t willing to bite back

 

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