Day 3: Confession Dare

I ate the Dare cookies.
I ate the whole bag.
I ate all, at one go.

Okay?
Say why?

No, I can’t.
Childhood lack?
No, in fact

my mother baked
shortbread to call
angels earthward.

Assign it affluenza, then
if you insist influence applies.
Or reckon it rebellion.

Whatever. I confess.
I had the best
and yet, delved after
fashion, peer pressure
rumours of glory on sale.

The human condition
writ small: this empty bag.

Today’s prompt: ‘confession dare’ – today’s image: by Catkin on the mighty pixabay.com

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