Caught. You dangle your affections like a carrot, and like an ass I follow, reluctant step after reluctant step. My instinct always to resist, my mind suspicious of the gift, fearing a trap. But oh! How bright the carrot! A beacon glowing in the darkness. The sweet, tantalising smell drawing me forward against that instinct. Hope and desire pulling me towards you, stretching my resolve till resistance snaps and I gallop headlong into your trap.
Paragraph Planet Oct 3rd 2015
Prose poem or flash fiction?