Sugar Rush of Imagination

In foolish figments, the wild
willowwacks of child-
hood,  I am myrmidon
to my master chocolate.
My stash is hidden
in entangled tree trunks;
knots and holes encircle
glints of wrapper
and my dark greed,
the eccentric need
for sugar that makes me jump
when Mother discovers
crumbs and smears
on the bedclothes.

Kim M. Russell, 2017

My response to Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie Wordle #166

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