Sugar Rushing

The first memory of three year old me, in the kitchen – sneaking.

My hands stuffed in a sugar jar, digging for lumps to devour.

Sugarfaced and slightly guilty, hoping no one sees me.

Ready to retrieve my hand, lest someone find me in this awkward stance.

Now, the jar has been depleted, my hands stuck in what used to be sweetness.

Fingertips touching glass, i can't go forth or back.

But still.

I find myself with this compelling need to stick my hands where they shouldn’t, but desire to be.

Poetry by Mangelach
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Written on 2020-10-09 at 20:10

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dott Print text Moods The PoetBay support member heart!
The irresistible sweet temptation so well captured! And I can see the little face "sugarfaced and guilty", too. This is a lovely poem, thanks. Welcome to PoetBay!

josephus The PoetBay support member heart!
Welcome, Mangelach. Nicely composed and a great memory!

ken d williams The PoetBay support member heart!
I like this work of yours,Mangelach. So looking to reading more of your work, welcome to poetbay.
Ken D