The chocolate
Led to the next chocolate
She longed to dive into the intensity of its taste
Pin pointed and cutting edge
Sharp and tangy and deeper than she could conceive
Penetrating into her whole being
Touching corners she couldn’t reach
The whole world disappeared
And she was consumed by it
Paralysed
Trapped in the chocolate spiral
That called to her so enticingly
It’s call felt like a pull
And she was powerless to step away
The chocolate stepping stones that led to nowhere
Prolonged the transition period
Put it off for later
As she remained suspended in limbo
Avoiding the pain of change
 
She had to break out of the spiral
But she couldn’t face it
The night drew on
Still she couldn’t shift
Trance like and mesmerised
Repetitive and unending
Submerged in sugary seas
Maintaining the shell of this warm cocoon
That enveloped her with sweetness and comfort
She closed her eyes and longed to disappear into the chocolate oblivian Fading away into its sweet safe softness.

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