Sin (Runneth Over)

Dingy T-shirt
wrinkled from
tossing and turning

Hanes Her way
excessively wet
from yearning

Tendrils separated
stress related

It’s 3 AM;
looks like the sun
is coming home
before him

… again.

With lots of help
from Cover Girl the next day,
she has the appearance of brilliance,
like she’s okay
after investing twelve hours
mentally drained,
she comes home,
place smelling like scents
that are definitely not her own

… again.

Later on, at my place,
while lathering her hair,
I could see the tiredness of her soul
mixed with despair.

“His sin runneth over,” she whispered,
“but he just doesn’t care.”


Poet, short story writer, and aspiring novelist. This blog details my writing journey and everything in between: supporting other writers, doing a feature column and serving as editor-in-chief for All Authors Magazine Online.

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Posted in national poetry month 2013

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