Soda (an acrostic poem)

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Sugar dissolved inside fizzy water

Oh, how sweet the sensation

Drinking this invigorating concoction

And tasting its echo on the follow up belch

Release (an acrostic poem)

 

 

Racing towards a climax

Everything slows down

Losing oneself in the moment

Every sensation is amplified

And the pressure continues to build

So when you plunge over the edge

Everything feels of so right

 

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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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