“Seven Sins, Seven Graves”

By Rashad Booker

Lust

Skin like burning silk-

Ecstasy drips, thick as wine-

Now the bed is worms.

Gluttony

Feast of crimson fruit,

Juice runs down my starving chin-

Stomach bursts with rust.

Greed

Gold fills my black veins,

Pockets heavy, heart still starves-

Midas turns to dust.

Sloth

Dreams cling like spiderwebs,

Soft arms cradle my decay-

Rot becomes my crown.

Wrath

Blade sings, hot and sweet,

Fury paints the walls so bright-

Now the dark won’t speak.

Envy

Eyes chew through their light,

Hunger steals the moon’s pale glow-

Now my ribs show through.

Pride

Mirror gods applaud,

I crown myself with sharp light-

Glass cuts my throat deep.

Seven sins, seven graves,

Laughter curdles into eternal screams-

Hell tastes just like me.

By Rashad Booker