evil

The enemy’s weapon of choice

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I continue to waste minutes
days…
even years.

Why?
Why do I continue?
And yet here I sit.
Pondering…
More pondering…
Until I’m near to tears.

And all those things ―
the ones the enemy knows
will pierce my heart.

He sends them my way…

Again, why?
Why is this world allowed
to be ruled by such evil?

If I were a god,
I’d do away with all of it.
Does it give pleasure to the almighty,
to see us suffer?

Sharp objects like daggers,
of course they hurt.
But it’s the soft-edged blade,
the one that slips between my ribs,
the one I never even notice
until it’s too late.
This is the enemy’s weapon of choice,
the one that devastates my heart.
And the damage is irreparable.

 

© 2020 Michelle Cook

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Past futures

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Conviction mocked her
As her heart laid bare
While revenge and malice
Caught her unaware
The dagger gleamed brightly
Profuse sweat matting her hair
And the blade slid easily
Through a heart that wasn’t there

© 2019 Michelle Cook

For a month of writing prompts, click here;  Past futures

 

Ugly

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She chose to look beyond
To see past his fabricated exterior
To search beneath his calculative heart
And go deeper than his manipulative mind
For the black corrupted abyss
Which he had used to lure her in
Was merely his vulnerability disguised
And she was the only witness to the truth

© 2019 Michelle Cook

Hobnobbed

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She hobnobbed
With the very best
Passing the pageantry
Of acceptance test
Now the poor darling
Has been laid to rest
The slanderous dagger
Still embedded in her chest

© 2018 Michelle Cook

For a full month of writing prompts, click here!  Hobnobbed

The night of Nin

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The night of Nin
Was where she’d been
Lost in a land
No one could understand

It was filled with loss
Of complete despair
Darkness enveloped
The stifling air

It was a place of enchantments
The evil kind
Full of wicked spells
Which sought to bind

But being a fighter
She broke free
Finally finding the path
That only she could see

And she took a chance
Leaving what she knew
The night of Nin
Had forced her to

Deliverance is what she found
In that new place
No longer bound
To a life of disgrace

© 2018 Michelle Cook

For a full month of writing prompts, click here!  The night of Nin