The Kleptomaniac

first time that brought the bliss, must’ve been when with her/his best friend, in some mall in the middle of ****ing 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 mind****--- 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.