the kleptomaniac

first time that brought the

bliss,

must’ve been when with her/his

best friend, in some mall in the

middle of f*****g

nowhere---

little things when s/he was young &

was sick of asking for money

from the parental figures,

sick of seeing others with things

that s/he couldn’t have,

sick of going to school &

knowing that because of the world

s/he lived in,

that this would be the way it would

always be---

stuffing her pockets with

nothings, but each little successfully

stolen thing,

brought a new sense of strength,

a way to get away

by getting away with it &

what society deems a

“criminal” was born---

funny how the “sickness”

becomes a “criminal act,”

once material possessions are

included in the whole

mindfuck---

soon, s/he needed more &

was getting better,

going into changing rooms with

one outfit & coming out with

a different pair of shorts, a different

shirt &

walking right out into the sunset---

took it smart, swore to him/herself

that s/he’d not take anything that

s/he wouldn’t have thought about buying,

leaving the taking to the rush &

the rush to the escape &

with the escape came power &

with power came perfection.