Candy By Aislyn Echols
I’m feeling hungry, I want some candy. I know eating candy isn’t good for me, But I can’t help it.
More in the pantry, Some in the kitchen, Lots in my parent’s room, The whole house is my candy store.
I search around my room And find my hidden packages, Made safe for just such hungers as this.
I take my candy to the bathroom. I lock myself in, I don’t want people to stop me from eating.
There’s less here than before. Oh, right. I had the same hunger a few months ago. No matter, I’ll find more.
I lay the candy out in front of me— Wait! I reach into the bathroom cabinet, I knew it! More candy!
I scavenge around the house, I need more candy. I find a few pieces in my mom’s purse, I don’t know what type they are, But that doesn’t matter they’ll do the job either way.
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I eat and eat and eat. With every bite, I feel the candy working. My body feels heavier, All the candy is gone, The bathroom disappears. I’m full.
