Sina Causa

Abandoning reason, succumbing to lust and hopelessness.

Her tongue was eager like a day’s spring, suffused in the blushing nectar of life. She glided her it across her chapped lips, moistening them with chemical impurity. Her conscience took a back seat to oblivion.  

A man posed in the womb of crudest pitch, silently indulging in her carnal poetry. She lit his senses like kerosene.

Her bra strap saunteered down her shoulder, guided by cold sweat’s crooked fingers. He frothed with urgency as he eyed her dewy skin�"it pulsed with nature’s trickery: the greater the thirst, the more satisfying the drink.

“What do you want out of life?” he asked, his dark barotone voice crooning.

She suffered to leave her foot prints in hell. She knew that God was only a metaphor.

“To die easy,” she sang.

The shadows stirred and became solid things.