Stale bread

There’s a trick to mending
stale bread
But not for the kind
that’s in your head

It takes more than moisture
to fix your noggin
Gotta get it out quick
might help to go bloggin

One dried out piece
can cause much strife
Might need to dig it out
with a wedge or a knife

The skull might crack
but the mind won’t fail
Tied to the heart
though it’s not as frail

Once the ration is plucked
you’ll feel much better
Traipsing through life
now unfettered

But a boy who clings
to stale bread
Well in his mind
he’s already dead

© 2026 Michelle Cook


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Withering

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It hurts
Everything
All of me
Aches
As love
Wilts
Slowly dying
So am I

© 2019 Michelle Cook

Window of warning

shame

Window of warning
Opened above
Rays of sunshine
Warmth of love

Voice of reasoning
Calling her name
Beseeching her to leave
A life of shame

Reminder of things
Futures to come
Imploring her to remember
What cannot be undone

Choices, decisions
Whirred through her head
Her choosing too late
For she was already dead

© 2018 Michelle Cook


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