It Gets Worse (an acrostic poem) part 7

Inside the note, it commanded Mike to kill another person

This time a man located the next city over

 

Given that he knew this person already

Everything should be easier than that woman, Penny

That being said, Mike didn’t want to cross that line again

So he went back to his computer

 

Whipping out the videos of his house from his hidden cams

Observing anyone who came close to his place

Realizing someone with a red umbrella

Slipped it into his mail slot

Even smiled at his hidden camera as she waved at it

Pursuit (an acrostic poem) part 5

Pelting rain pounded on Mike’s fedora as he waited

Under a red umbrella, his prey walked out of the shop

Running across the street, Mike tried to get close

Slipping in a puddle, he fell hard to the pavement

Under his breath, he swore as he pushed himself back up

It seemed that the red umbrella had disappeared

The next swears were definitely out loud

 

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