A Poem: The Sinner’s Tale

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Each hit brings her

to weak knees. She prays

for another breath and God

does not respond. She prays

for one more laugh, God sighs.

in her pocket slips. Not a dime for the bus.

He laughs.

Head to concrete, she weeps for rebirth.

God sends her to repent

sloth and envy, a witch’s tale. No more

can she give when she has already

handed her soul,

the body that once nourished it,

and the brain that only wished for refuge.

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