Caught Stealing Poem by Heather Schroer

Your adrenaline pushed past your limit.
Bursting out of control-
Sick to your stomache,
the puke chunks lodged in your throat-
Tears build up behind your eyes,
waiting for the perfect moment to fall-
You shake,
so much you practically fall apart-
but you already have.

They all ask you questions;
and all you can think of is:
'should I say this... or this'-
Then afterwards,
you can't remember what the hell you said.

The waiting,
for the day they decide
if you go to jail
... or not...