Sin Sick Soul
Sin, sick, soul
Draped in images
Colors, and
Scents.
Aligned with snake skin
Coiled and bent.
Laced with elegant speech
And candy-coated lies
Ruled by the demons you hide.
A Scarlet letter
Branded between Your thighs
Memories,
A simple guise.
Immersed in self-pity and pride
Sin
Sick
Soul
Your hands are tied.
By: Sabina Nicole
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