Smoke (an acrostic poem)

Smelling the wood burning brought it all back

Memories of singing and dancing

Of friends that became family

Knowing that the night was never going to be long enough

Eventually the fire died, but I will always have that scent

 

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Bat (an acrostic poem)

Bashing zombie heads with a glorious ash wood barrel

Amy felt the most alive fighting for her life, but then she got bit

That’s why she felt dead when she arose the next day after

 

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