She put him to shame
With her hypnotic fame
He cast insults
While she hurled blame
One final blow
Finished their toxic game
Sending her back
To whence she came
© 2018 Michelle Cook
For a full month of writing prompts, click here! Cylindrical circumstances
He would decide her fate
Though to her it was too late
For her future position was set
Her maker had paid the final debt
© 2018 Michelle Cook
Writing prompt: The position maker
Intense and intriguing thoughts
Left him grappling with his mind
As she saturated him with pleasantries
Which was something he’d always pined
He craved more than just her body though
He ached for her soul and mind
For he knew if he could consume her
He’d have everything he’d always hoped to find
© 2018 Michelle Cook
For a full month of writing prompts, click here! Saturated pleasantries
As night enveloped
Their fears developed
For they couldn’t see the shore
The rain showered down
Thunder all around
As they huddled on the floor
Lightning bolts flashed
As the swells began to crash
They secured their only door
But it seemed their plight
Wouldn’t relent that night
As the winds increasingly roared
With the cabin secured
They felt somewhat reassured
But the chaos they couldn’t ignore
The storm continued to rage on
Until the brink of dawn
Settling at half past four
It was then they finally knew
That they had made it through
Their tears began to pour
And it made them consider
The misfortunes life can deliver
They were all changed like never before
© 2018 Michelle Cook
Writing prompt: Night envelops, fear develops
Popsicle periscopes
And other strange things
All seem to spurt out
Whenever she sings
So run for your lives
As the next thing could be
A rhinoceros tumbling
Right onto your knee
Or perhaps she’ll sneeze
That’s sometimes even worse
Oh the things that come out
You might just curse
She seems to be okay
Whenever she stays quiet
But when she coughs
She often starts a riot
Her shouts can get nasty
Things often burst out
Right from her insides
Which make people shout
The worst thing I’ve seen
Is an elephant with a tuba
She just spewed it right out
As she sang a song about Cuba
So don’t get too close
If she begins to make a sound
You’ll likely be squashed
By whatever hits the ground
© 2018 Michelle Cook
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