Safe (an acrostic poem)

Silently Malcolm crept up to his target

And yet he didn’t strike out at her

Feeling that something wasn’t quite right, he turned and walked away

Evelin smiled, and her eyes glowed.  He was fleeing.  Now it was her turn to hunt.

 

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Hunted (an acrostic poem)

He stalked his prey

Until it tired, letting him get close

Now he was ready to make the final strike

To claim her as his trophy

Emboldened as he struck out, but he suddenly realized he had been wrong

Didn’t get to see her triumphant smile with his lifeless eyes

 

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Balls (an acrostic poem)

Bowling down her competition

Abagail paused to catch her breath

Looking for a sign for where next to strike

Laughing at how they mockingly told her to grow a pair

She threw herself into finishing them off

 

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