I haven’t had coffee in weeks
no desire to change the sheets
It’s all just gone to hell
this place where I currently dwell
Some furniture has disappeared
the rest is about to be cleared
Get me outta here I say
but this month won’t go away
Time has not been in my favor
so I continue to stew and labor
If only I could speed things up
I’d be happy as a jolly ol pup
© 2024 Michelle Cook
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Under his spell
She fell
She drank
An affair of the heart
In ruin
She sank
Torpedoes dispersed
She tried
To veer
But in the end
The outcome
Was clear
© 2019 Michelle Cook
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
She dreamt of sweeties
Candies galore
Along with mounds of cookies
Piled on the floor
There were licorice laces
Lying all about
And candy corns
Which had just begun to sprout
Marshmallow fluff covered
Her once boring bed
And she began to consider
If she could possibly be dead
The curtains appeared
To be made of toffee
And she wondered if someone
Had poisoned her coffee
She thought this might be heaven
Or potentially a nightmare
While tasting Bavarian cream
As it dripped from her hair
And she thought to herself
Perhaps sweet dreams really do come true
Maybe they just don’t happen
The way they seem they ought to
© 2018 Michelle Cook
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