Behind forbidden’s door

Turn this page over
See what’s behind
In-between the creases
I cannot hide
You’ll see my reality
The truth that I face
The depth of my desires
I dare not taste
Each sweeter than honey
These visions I explore
Yet locked in silence
Behind forbidden’s door

© 2020 Michelle Cook


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Foredoomed

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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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Accursed

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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

Coffin Candy

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She was a real tasty candy apple treat
Loved by all the men she’d often meet

Subtly sexy and radiating desire
Just what every man sought, wanted, and required

But there was a secret which she kept hidden
Something about her, so temptingly forbidden

One nip from her and they’d finally understand
Vampires always have the upper hand

© 2018 Michelle Cook


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Blue pencil boulevard

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Poised and perfect
She looked divine
Standing there on the corner
Of twelfth and nine

Flawless and fashionable
Causing all eyes to divert
A forbidden temptress
In her blue pencil skirt

Dignified and delicate
A picture perfect scene
A shame who she really was
Would forever go unseen

© 2018 Michelle Cook


Writing prompt: Blue pencil boulevard

Morphing into Magma

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Stripped of her coverings
She began the change
From human form
To something strange

And only the darkness
Knew what she hid
For morphing into magma
Was completely forbid

Even on her planet
Transforming wasn’t allowed
And creatures like her
Had to wear a shroud

She felt euphoric
Whenever she transfigured
Leaving behind a body
Which was mutated and disfigured

The shadows always accepted
Her forbidden altered state
In the depths of the fiery furnace
Where all her demons would silently wait

And so she embraced the feel
Of those eager and intense flames
And now only a fragment
Of her original life-force remains

© 2018 Michelle Cook


For a full month of writing prompts, click here!  Morphing into magma