Curls (an acrostic poem)

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Cutting her hair, at one time, would make her cry. It was such a horrible experience

Utter fear would grip her upon sitting in the chair knowing she was at the mercy of the hairdresser

Red hair ringlets defined the core of who she was and were her pride and joy, so she was so particular

Letting the electric razor zoom across her scalp, she smiled.

Suck it, cancer! She would grow back stronger.

Store (an acrostic poem)

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Selling pieces of his soul was the only way he could get ahead
They were not large pieces, but they all added up
Outside everything was fine, but inside, the echoes of who he had been became a cacophony
Relegating his self-worth into moral bankruptcy
Eventually, he ran out of product, closed up shop, and faded from memory

Tattoo (an acrostic poem)

The story of his life was written on living parchment

A diary of a man written on the one who lived it

The lows and the highs were treated equally

The whole thing was amazing to behold

Originally she just wanted to see it out of simple curiosity

Only now she was engrossed in who was written there

 

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