Silver (an acrostic poem)

 

She scowled at her reflection 

It was all angles, scars, and knots of muscle

Leaving her bereft of the soft curves she knew he desired 

Vapor poured into the window behind her 

Envisioning what was about to happen, she punched her image, shattering it 

Reaching for a shard, she let it fly, impaling the coalescing vampire.  “How about that curve?” she muttered. 

 

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Crisp (an acrostic poem)

Cold water vapor condensed in front of Jeremy with every breath

Running in between the snowflakes was usually relaxing

Instead it further fed the fears Jeremy was fleeing from

Soon he would have to return home to his wife of twelve years

Perhaps he would recognize her this time

 

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