the sins of one day

On December 2, 2015
a poem by [rickie]

I held back my tears as I hit my stomach.
All it reminds me of is how unappealing I am.
I was tempted to slice my flesh,
But was unsure of where to put them.
Each day I envision my death.
I think of what it’d be like.
I know it’s gluttonous and lustful to think of.
I’m starting to become envious of others.
My thoughts turn wrathful,
My movements are filled with sloth.
I’m at times too prideful.
I crave the feel of my blood.
And the thought of no longer being a
Disappointment to my mother. I am greedy.
It seems that I have all seven sins. Those were the sins
Of one day.

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