Sweet Powder

No body saw it coming until it tapped us on the shoulder in the wake of its shadow. And it followed us to the bars and clubs, to the ball courts and parks. Over hearing every word of every conversation, it tapped into our weak points, drained our souls with blunt yellow fangs. So in retaliation we abused it, sold it, trapped it in cardboard envelopes, grabbed it by its greasy reins, tamed it for our needs. Until eventually, like our enthusiasm, it waned. And like with everthing else, we just grew bored.