The accursed writer
Blood stains saturate her sleeve
Exposing her soul
© 2021 Michelle Cook
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Writing prompt: Cursed pens and bleeding paper
I recognize your face
Longing for freedom
Submerged in a life
Forbidden of change
The mirror stares back
Unyielding in its curse
For destiny cannot deny
What the universe allows
To forsake the chosen course
Is as foolhardy as the thought
And death would surely enjoy
The aftermath of the volition
So count your numbered days
And live them while you can
The voyage to the other side
Will never carry you home
© 2020 Michelle Cook
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He had never once guessed
He’d be left all alone
But that’s what happens
When you’re deceitfully prone
And in his blind consternation
He believed his cover was hidden
With all his deep dark secrets
Locked somewhere in the forbidden
But she had attained access
To every pathetic and unregretful lie
Even though he thought for certain
All was hidden from her eye
And that was the veiled beauty
Her most perfect vindication
For she was witness to it all
As she watched his ruination
His poor soul was the only responder
As his eyes grew imminently dim
And he’d never even expected
All the trouble he was in
© 2019 Michelle Cook
Prone to misfortune
And many blunders
As her poor mind
Would often wander
She made
A terrible mistake
Of getting up
At daybreak
And she set out
To the sea
Hoping for a day
Of soaring free
But the girl’s spirit
Led her astray
As the tide swept
Her cares away
And after that first
Erroneous step
She sighed from her
Nonchalant attempt
Because one stride
Became too many
As she nearly squashed
A silver jenny
And the next footfall
Was even worse
Such an unfortunate
Squishy curse
For that jellyfish
Wasn’t missed
And that pathetic girl
Just yelped and hissed
The stinging jolt
Was quite unamusing
Leaving her foot
Swollen and oozing
The unlucky girl
Had only wanted a day
To leave her burdens
Far away
But her carefree
And heedless endeavors
Were tragically
Tainted forever
© 2019 Michelle Cook
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I must awaken from my slumber
It seems a torturous spell has pulled me under
And I wonder, can I escape this villainous curse?
What on earth could really be worse?
I’m either wasting time by making that choice
Or blatantly choosing to sleep away my voice
Neither sound very good to me
Could someone please come and pull me free?
© 2018 Michelle Cook
Inspired by the painting, Hendrickje sleeping, by Rembrandt.
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