Whisking away tears like drops of paint on a rug,
I fight the urge to erode before your very eyes.
No one needs to know the feelings I envelop, as I
Descend into the parts of me you’ll never understand.
Author’s Note:
This acrostic was inspired by Poppy’s Prompts - May Edition.
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Donna Fox (HKB)
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Comments (8)
Pretty deep stuff. Short but very evocative. Well done, Donna!
You’re a master at acrostics. Every line of this was superb. So well done!!
Ahh, but surely the erosion still happens... but from the inside out, rather than the outside in? Great work as always 👍
It's like she keeps the most miserable parts of herself for herself alone.
Amazing work.
"I fight the urge to erode before your very eyes", what a line! Loved this.
Awww 😢! I hate when I have to hold in my cry/ feelings. This is relatable.
Amazing :)