A disturbing truth

It lures you down

With coins and forgotten keys.

Dangling that pen ,

In front of you.

That memory stick,

That you were desperate to find,

Turns up auspiciously.

Hopeful, You go down,

moving the upholstery.

Then it snaps!

The soft of the cushions

turns to hard and sharp

And you disappear.

Whatever you were holding

in your pocket,

will lure others.