Eight years old and
Frozen in a candy store
Aromas of cherry
And licorice
Wrap around me
Like a corset
I’m crushed in
An avalanche
A flood of colors
A cascade of chocolate
This deluge
This ocean
This bottomless
Pit of possibilities
While my sister
Gently without hesitation
Cinderella-esque
Chooses just one
Steps to the register
Her eyes neither right nor left
And I feel like shit
While my mother says
“Hurry up, Leroy.
There are people behind you.”
Wonderfully relatable!! I like how you establish all the temptations – lace like a corset, cascade of chocolate; cascade, deluge, ocean – how you take it all in and thus are stilled into indecision. Well done! Thank you.
I love how you captured being surrounded and the indecision. Wow.
Thank-you!
Aww. Well-written. Flows well and relatable.