It’s getting so close to Halloween! Let’s do a Halloween themed poetry prompt.
Think of a day. A bad day. It doesn’t necessarily have to be a devastating day that caused you to not leave your house for weeks, but you can get that dark if you like. One that you haven’t quite gotten over yet. Take that day and personify him into some type of ghoul. A monster. A horrible creature.
Avenge yourself against this bad day! And the put the bad thing to rest.
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Have fun with this! Don’t forget to backlink to this post so we can check out your writing. Or you can post the poem in the comment section as well.
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The Reverie 
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” “You Owe Me,” he said.”
Those three little words
rattled in my head
for months.
This noose, this debt I
never knew existed, now
hung low over my head.
I’ve never been one for knots
So I let it trail behind,
Wearisome, weighty.
I tripped more than once,
Each time tightening the rope,
Inflaming the flesh.
Though it eventually loosened
enough to slip over my head,
I’d grown accustomed to its weight.
I couldn’t let it go, dragging it
along beside me. When I dreamed,
it was still around my neck.
He came back to check on me,
years later. I felt sickened, stunned;
he had forgotten about the noose.
Infuriated, I dropped the rope.
A deep breath filled my lungs
with confidence, determination.
I smiled and batted dark
lashes his direction. It was my
turn. It was his debt.
Flirty banter kept it light,
kept it moving, until he made
his move toward me.
My strength surprised us both: all
those years pulling the rope. I kissed
him hard on the mouth.
I bit his bottom lip, raked my fingers
through his hair. What he felt as
passion, I felt as revenge.
When he closed his eyes,
I slipped my own noose
Over his head.
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