Unnamed Deadly Sin #1
- Apr 4, 2017
- 1 min read
Sanctimoniously, I strip my soul
bare and unfold the cold desires
within my heart
especially ones turning hotter
with time and caress, like an
ignited coal burning deep into
the night,
It isn't pretty, the human condition,
nor this image of my sin as I grope
and twitch before stained glass,
another glass the night before
would have undone me, yet
through balmy palms I resisted
that dress.
Silencing that werewolf within
requires a supernatural sedative.
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