Day 2: Theme: Gift, Style: Acrostic, Device: Simile
Because it is the only way possible to survive Each thought of mine is devoted to her to revive.
Passing on the fluid of life from my body to hers Occasionally stopping, to check if she is better or worse. She’s my only love, just as each day has only one night. I want us together like the two eyes that share the same sight To make sure we are bonded without separation I give her the gift of life, without any deliberation. Venting out my blood to her to save her during her complication Every last bit of my B positive blood is ready for the donation.
The quick brown fox jumped over the lazy dog and into the vineyard she hastily did jog. She reached for the grapes that were held high and when she couldn’t, it did sigh, “Those grapes are sour – not for me to hog.”
Saying so she went her way Searching for a different choice of prey. But following her, came another fox who entered by jumping across the gate’s locks and sighting grapes – he entered the fray.
Today is a free writing day. Write at least four-hundred words, and once you start typing, don’t stop. No self-editing, no trash-talking, and no second guessing: just go. Bonus points if you tackle an idea you’ve been playing with but think is too silly to post about.