Sins.... Poem by RIC BASTASA

Sins....



everyday he makes the choices
feeding the bad wolf
he chops his heart into chunks
and throws them
to the serrated tongues of
sin

at the end he is eaten
the flesh of his body sliced

and in all the nooks
of his room his friends
look for him

he is gone.

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RIC BASTASA

RIC BASTASA

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