Time to bring back the horrors of primary school*, embarrassingly lame acrostic poems! Except this time I’m not in primary school (at least in terms of my physical self).

*UK: school for ages 4-10/11


Ruffled pages; Ruffled feathers

Erupted curruption, Froth of angerbubbling venom.

and tiny voice, too afraid to speak: weak heart breathing tainted air.

half-attempts to cool them filling frills down, fan the toxic fumes but.

Ignorance still stays Arrogant.


Not to say that because the evil is persistent, the good stays silent because

Knowledge gone cold can risk you ruffling the pages the wrong way.


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