1 E N V Y

stretch my neck and scream at god:

"i'll tear you to shreds before i am gone!"

"jealousy, jealousy, fuck you all!"

"kiss on you, piss on you"- farther I fall.

2 G L U T T O N Y

eat your sins and eat your pride

stuff your feelings, quiet your lies

i deserve the beef, the bourbon, the bait.

donations for me, the starving will wait.

3 G R E E D

owe me for being around your dumb flock

for my kindness, quiet and poison sweet talk

i deserve your world, sour liquor and rum

it's never enough; i am queen, you are scum

4 L U S T

hold me close and tell me lies

i'm beautiful and you'll stay with my for life

lick, kick, tumble, tap

screw me; "SCREW YOU!"call it a wrap

5 P R I D E

stick me with your words

"i like it! it burns!"

destroy me, enjoy me, you can't change facts

you can't kill what i don't even have

6 S L O T H

run yourself ragged across hot broken glass

i laugh and scowl while sitting on my ass

stupid, boring; you do what you're told

let me lie, let me die; writhing in the cold

7 W R A T H

i hate you for the horns, tail and regrets

the pain running through hands, foot, chest

it grows, i shrink, i soak in your mad test

insanity!! profanity!! fuck it all, bullets for breakfast.

“Who shall give us flesh to eat?”—Numbers 11:4, King James Bible

I wake up hungry.

When I look into the mirror, I see a shriveled

corpse looking back—sunken eyes embedded

in a mass of wrinkles; a skeleton with a shrug

of skin, carelessly flung over bones. Strands of

hair still clinging to my scalp. The dog whines

and runs with tail tucked into his belly. Stumble

out of room, down the hall. My hand, a

tortured claw of sinew and bone,

grapples with the white handle of the fridge.

The meats go first—the cold cuts,

the three day old pot roast, the fetid

baloney that only the dog will eat. Use my

nails to shred them all into swallowable bites.

But then it becomes too slow, the act of shredding a

hindrance, and I stuff bigger and bigger pieces

down my throat, choking them down.

Then the dairy—an entire wheel of brie cheese

with the pale waxy skin, and blocks of butter

waterfall it all down with

orange juice and milk,

and then eat the plastic cartons. The plastic is not

unpleasant going down. In fact, I enjoy the crunch.

Empty. Emptiness in spasms, in waves,

with skin stretched like dead things receding into

earth, this broken frame, and jutting concave ribs,

and

this need,

this need,

this need.

Shaking, I reach for the eggs, swallow them one by one.

I leave the fruits and vegetative shit for last—insubstantial air.

The front door opens, my wife calls out a tentative hello,

perhaps she sees the dog pissing itself by the door,

and I turn, double-fisting a jar of mayo, a jar of pickles,

turn to her voice and say, “I’m in the kitchen.”

It seeped in

slowly

Consumed me

piece by piece

Unrecognizable

to myself

Even my smile

transformed

I

am Sloth

free of bonds

without care or toil

a stillness of exhausting energy

I need not squander my days

striving for a human salvation

a depleting spiritual duty

given by another

I'd rather

rest.

Something is different. I've changed. How can somebody change so quickly? I was normal last night. 

I was...  Me.

I've woken up like a new person. Like somebody different. Like a slut. I want so badly. So strongly. 

The man that I see every morning by the lifts. I want him. I need him. I don't know his name. But I would have more then happily taken his dick deep into my throat right then. In the lift. For anybody to walk in on us. 

That only made me want it more. Perhaps they'd join in. Perhaps I'd get fucked in the lift. 

Every person I see or walk by, I think of in a naughty situation. 

The man at the bus stop would bend me over and do me against the glass. The young girl at the checkout would moan out loud as I lick her from beneath the counter.

The old couple in the park would have some right kinky fetishes. Grandpa would have the time of his life while his lovely old lady watches him getting it on with me. 

What's wrong with me?  I'm not usually like this. I'm nice. Normal. 

The girl dressed in a st Trinians costume would have her first lesbian session with me. And the tattooed guy walking behind her would accidentally catch us and ask us to put a show on for him. 

We would tie him up and tease him until he begs. Then he could fuck me. Real hard and fast while the slutty school girl rides my face.

What's wrong with me? I'm not like this. I'm normal. I'm good. 

I'm a good girl. 

You can play with me if you want.

We could...

I lost myself when you found me,

That much I knew was true.

I hated you, I hated what I had become.

Anger consumed my soul as my insatiable lust for you overcame my heart.

I am the victim. Not you.

Yet this was the path I had chosen and I felt no remorse for doing so.

No, no sorrow would touch me any longer, Only rage and desire.

My twisted mind filled with glee as it conjured up images of you tangled beneath my sheets.

I will make you love me, I will make you crave me.

And I will break you,

the way you broke me.

PerHaps

Envious

Is

All

I am

UpSet

&

Tortured

By a

Dream

I Can

Never Have

So

I

Rest It

In

Your

Hands

After All

I am

Only

a Lone

Man

Do They

Strike Deep

To the

Marrow

These Words

I

Speak

Or

Just

Empty

Hollow

Speech

Envy

I Could

Be

#B27321

From the first time I noticed you, I knew you had to be mine. Such perfect breasts. Long, trim legs. A dazzling white smile that lit up your face until the black hair framing your features shone with its brightness. You dressed modestly, knee-length skirt and a white Oxford with the top button undone - a tease for the deliciousness wrapped inside. There was nothing I wouldn't do to get you.

But what was I? Just a brown-haired, mousy-looking nobody with crooked teeth and a KMart wardrobe who worked as a typist in your law office. You wouldn't even look at me. You only had eyes for the suits with deep brown eyes and wavy hair and bodies that were ripped each morning at the gym. Look at me, dammit! Look at ME!

But you wouldn't. Even with the surruptitious packages of chocolates left on your desk, the hand-drawn flowers on the memos I sent you, the invitation to a non-existent party at my house. You just swept them into the garbage like I was so much trash.

Well, I'd show you. I went to the drug store yesterday and purchased some rat poison - just a bit. And when I put out the coffee for your morning meeting tomorrow, everyone would get a taste - everyone but you. You'd watch as they fell over, dying a horrible death right at your feet, and you'd panic. But I would be there looking all concerned and calling 911 and, when all was said and done, I would be the only shoulder you could cry on. And there I'd have you, all wrapped up like a pretty present to do with as I pleased.

#deadlysins #challenge #prose #lust #envy #wrath

The sun lances my eyes through a half-closed blind and I rumble, grumpily, leaning up slightly to take a glance at the clock. 8:32. I'm late for work.

"Oh well," I mumble blearily, rolling onto my side to shut out the offending sunbeams. I have a dim feeling that I should be worried about this. Had Dave said something about me being late? But with the blankets snuggled around my form and my pillow perfectly soft, I just can't quite bring myself to care.

"Oh well." I yank the blanket over my head, but notice something strange on my wrist. A dark mark, like a tattoo has appeared there. Examining it through sleep-clotted eyes, I make out a design of a furry creature with long arms that end in strange, curved claws. I know its name, but I can't quite bring myself to recollect.

"Oh well." Underneath the covers, I detect a strange, smoky smell. Looking up, I see the door of my bedroom, but it's strange. Spots of it are turning black, paint peeling away, and black clouds and orange light are spilling from underneath. My house is on fire. I should run, escape. But I can't quite bring myself to move.

"Oh well." As the flames begin to lick at my skin, I stare at the strange animal once more. The heat hurts, but I'm not exceptionally bothered. It's kind of like a blanket, after all. Memory suddenly drifts into focus, and I remember the name of my animal.

"Sloth," I mumble, engulfed in flames. "How cute."

Please don't ever place me

Upon that lofty throne

A position not deserving

One that I should scorn

I prey you will forgive me

If I ever find myself

Looking down upon humanity

Cursed with too much wealth

It seems that many not so wise

Fall down that slippery slope

Overinflated egos and proud

Fed by praises of a worshipful crowd

Looking down with arrogance

Convinced they are superior

Forgetting the measure of every person

Is really what's in the interior

Condescending attitudes

That patronizing smile

That air of false superiority

Hurts for a long while

It seems the downfall of humanity

Has its roots in materialism and the thirst for power

A hunger never satisfied

As so many climb that lofty tower

It doesn't take much really

To topple from that lofty perch

Just one poor decision

Might find you in-the-lurch

Pride cometh before the fall

How often that has been heard

So remember this my ambitious friend

Mark the wisdom in these words

(c) BAM