Tag: sin

  • Poem: Collapsing

    Poem: Collapsing

    Collapsing, My last breath feels inevitable.  Food, a phrase once so fruitious, Now feels so forgettable. Picking the apple from Eden, An action so regrettable.    I claw and I clamber, You believe that I committed perjury  One measly morsel of food is all that I ask for. Yet you deny me this luxury, I…