Day: Dec 10, 2020

Looking for my own ten commandments,

Preaching my own deadly sins.

Strikes, lines, crosses, repeated amendments.

Pulling out Band-Aids and pins.

Each border I traverse hits me in the chest,

It scorches the bubbling skin.

It’s a travesty – when I left my past to rest

I wrapped it in second-hand tin.

The narrative erases the last of my patience,

My innocence is wearing thin.

Greed and lust, two of reality’s best agents,

Become my next of kin.

I’m still seeking my own ten commandments,

Repeating my favorite sins.

Death wishes keep hiding in the finest of prints,

Tattooed with bloody pens.