Tricked

Locked in a box
Suffocated by socks
A drift of air
A spiff of a dare
 
“Eleanor, I dare you to spend one hour in that box.”
 
Cramped in space
A touch of lace
Lost eyesight
A peek of light
 
“If you don’t do it, then that means you’re chicken!”
 
A bully for a sister
Rapid spit fire of a twister
I dare you to do this and that
I dare you to sit upon that cat
 
“Open the box and climb in; hurry!”
 
Time ticks away
On a warm summer May
Sitting here I pout
When shall I get out?
 
“Never,” a voice says.
 
A clang of a key
A slam of a door
Death, find me now
My head I bow
 
“How foolish I am.”
 
Eyes shedding tears
This is the end I fear
I have been deceived
By my own sister Eve
 
 
 
Bitter silky treat
Left in my seat
 
"I made that for you Lindsey,"
 
A dimpled smile,
Soon to turn bile
 
"Oh thank you, Dana!"
 
No prayer,
Just a hand toward the chair
 
"Hmmm,"
 
One bite and I cringe
To the reaction of a twinge
 
"Do you like it?"
 
As to not hurt her feelings
I smile and lie about the unappealing
 
"Tasty!"
 
Sudden heat takes over me
And I collapse on the floor
 
"Have a nice death!"
 
A trick, a scheme! I've been bamboozled!
I lay there in a heap, baffled
 
She wanted me dead.
Why Cousin Dana, why?