She licked her fingers furtively, frantically
She thought the coast was clear
for her to cram the forbidden bits of deliciousness
into her mouth, her heart.
It wasn’t as if it was a huge meal- just a handful of cookies
she surreptitiously slipped into her pocket
until she was out of sight of the oblivious observers.
Siddling into the laundry room, with one goal in mind
Shoving the crispy, chocolate-filled cookie into her mouth within seconds of arrival
Barely tasting the distinct flavors
Or enjoying the fragrance of the orange and chocolate goodness
The deed was done in seconds, again.
And once again,her guilt masked any physical or emotional satisfaction she may have hoped for.
Her delicious dirty laundry.