Buried.

Another task in my bid to become poet: An acrostic attempt at internal rhyme, on the theme of trust…

Buried.

buried

Lifeless her fingers lingered.

Ice at the tips.

Eyes vacant

Slits.

21 thoughts on “Buried.

  1. Nice piece here. I like the way each line got shorter until that final line. These acrostic poems are fun to read, the relationship between the word (lies) and the poem adds another dimension to the way the poem reads.

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      1. Yeah, it’s a whole extra word that intensifies the brevity. You painted a dead body on the floor and the “Lies” had the same effect to me as a warning sign saying “caution hazardous lies” sorry if I’m rambling. I like the way you used this form for this piece

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