Hang on the wall,
with thumb tacks...

Do you see the way I stair,
At nothing at all...

Left.
Right...

(this is an acrostic poem. English Language Arts)
C...

On the floor my back is placed,
Eyes locked...

Does she look dead to you?
Flopped down, dropping with a femininity...

Baby's crying tonight.
Are you there...

So here we are.
Let us sit...

The taste of the apple is sweet.
As its venom drips down her chin...

Put off,
Just a moment more...