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Sin Stricken
by Trisha De GraciaTaking it in
and collapsing with it
it's enticing
sweet
and seductive.
Shivers down my spine
with every sip
of tainted wine
I want it
give it here
it's mine.
A dance with death
just black
just red
just swirls of blood
spattered on night's backdrop.
Someone bored a hole
partway through the floor
of the confessional and
now the drops
are seeping through the carpet.
"Take this, all of you
and drink it."
thoroughly intoxicated
we return once more
to "common sense"
to morbid normalcy
and human nature.
04/20/2003 Author's Note: I don't know what's gotten into me lately. Growth? possibly, but this one and Unfaithful seem to come from no where....
Posted on 04/20/2003
Copyright © 2026 Trisha De Gracia
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by J. P. Davies on 04/21/03 at 06:37 AM Makes me think of an evil catholic church foring confessors to drink blood in a morbid orgy of sin and gore....I LOVE IT!!! |
| Posted by Ashok Sharda on 04/25/03 at 01:39 AM This seems to have come from a conflict between your observing self, and the so called normal. The intensity of the emotions generating from this conflict has been expressed in no uncertain terms though in a very subtle way. Nice read. |
| Posted by Max Bouillet on 06/25/03 at 10:13 PM Tremendous commentary on religion... the confessional imagery really spoke volumes... great poem. |
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