I climbed up where secrets are kept,
beside the rattling pills in rows.
Tinfoil glinted like forbidden treasure,
each square a promise of sweetness untold.
I pinched a row, sealed it tight,
left the rest as if untouched history.
Bitter taste but I kept chewing,
expecting sugar, finding something off.
The hours passed like ticking bombs,
then my stomach churned its dark tale.
The toilet became my sincerest confidant,
a throne of regret, porcelain and cold.
Stealing always sets its own sharp trap,
and Grandpa's stash, no exception to rule.
Ex-lax carved lessons into my youthful gut,
truth wrapped tight in glimmering deceitful foil.
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Comments3
A poem of things gone wrong. A fun read that reminded me of past deeds. Well done
I love this, how as children's something's are to tempting to ignore, on this occasion paid a unpleasant price, entertaining read with a more serious message, enjoyed the read
I was expecting a sweet childhood story...made me laugh! I love the more serious tone though, those we trust can set traps we'll fall into
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