Secret Pleasure

I have a deep dark secret
I can no longer keep
It happens in the dead of night
When you are fast asleep

You lie there in your slumber
Counting sheep as they go by
I slip out of the covers
While you’re keeping rapid eye

Tip toe down the hallway
Skipping floorboards sure to creak
I creep into the cupboard
Full of alcohol we keep

Push aside the bottles
Clinking bourbon, gin and rum
Rummage in the darkness
For my vice to stay far from

I swear I’ll never do it
No longer will I hide
The urge that drives me to it
Each time I’m satisfied

But when I feel the tingle
Near the grated powder keg
My fingers hear the crinkle
As I rip open the bag

Orange fills the darkness
Cheddar on my lips
Crunch polystyrene packing
In mouth straight to my hips

Someday light will shatter darkness
You’ll catch me huddled there
Covered in a cheesy mess
With Cheetos in my hair

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It is NaPoWriMo Day 9, and today’s challenge is to write a poem that includes a line that you’re afraid to write. This might be because it expresses something very personal that makes you uncomfortable – either because of its content (“I always hated grandma”), or because it seems too emotional or ugly or strange (“I love you so much I would eat a cockroach for you”)

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