
The Acrostic
A short acrostic about a message hidden in the spine of a poem.
I am not a writer. I am not a philosopher. I am just a backend engineer from Bulgaria, sitting between Laravel queues and hundred-million-row indexes for a living. The rest of the time I read medicine I have no business reading, French novels I half-understand, and whatever else my small rubber head wants to chew on. Two rescued strays keep me honest.






























