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,
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
piece by piece
Even my smile
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
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.
Wrath and Lust
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.
Envy I Could be
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
A Deadly Sin
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."
Pedestal of Pride
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
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