Halloween Horrors
As I reach for another one of those sweet, Peanut-buttery candies coated in a rich, yet-smooth chocolate on the outside, I say "just one more." I am not so ignorant to believe I need it, for I know better than that. I do not even want it, what I feel is desire. A passion, unfulfilled as soon as the mind is reminded of the pleasure one chocolate candy can bring. I know how these things taste. I know their game. I know they are not going to go anywhere, yet I fear their leaving me. I fear the bag running out and I not having my fill. I believe that with just one more of these smooth, delicacies, I can finally reach a total euphoria and walk away without any sacrifice. The wrappers glow in the dark now. So much for out of sight, out of mind. "Just one more." My rational mind already has the hand moving toward the bowl. I will allow the candy and put off the guilt because utter satisfaction might be reached this time. As I grab the ridged, shiny paper, ensu...