Crimes of the Heart
… Here in the dark I sit. Polishing my sins with a rag and spit. No matter how hard I rub, the patina never succumbs. Encrusted with smudge, it’s difficult to shine. Woe… Continue reading
… Here in the dark I sit. Polishing my sins with a rag and spit. No matter how hard I rub, the patina never succumbs. Encrusted with smudge, it’s difficult to shine. Woe… Continue reading
Inching close to him – her ring fades in the twilight. Shadows hide her sin. Scarlet-lettered girl. Tongues wagging, fingers pointing – I’m glad I’m not her. His ring gleams bright gold. Power… Continue reading
The box was not hers Yet she opened it; released Greed. Pestilence. Sins *Theodicy in its most common form, attempts to answer the question why a good God permits the manifestation of evil.… Continue reading