A Sin

I taste
on my lips
blood spilt for causeless revenge.

I see
through a red fog
bodies forever motionless.

I hear
behind battle cries
children made orphans.

I smell
everywhere I go
a faint, clinging stench of death.

I feel
with my very fingertips
still coldness of pale throats.

I sense
with my soul
that this is a sin.

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I feel
in my hips
an animal drive.

I hear
between wet slaps
gagging, sobbing and pleading.

I taste
in my mouth
saliva of gleeful anticipation.

I see
beneath me
my thrashing brother.

I smell
with my nostrils
his intoxicating smell.

I sense
with my soul
that this is a sin.

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I hear
in my head
voices calling me a killer.

I feel
with my hands
a tremor that begs me to stop.

I smell
in the air
danger I wanted to avoid.

I see
around me
no escape that could save all of us.

I taste
on my tongue
a bitter sting of victory.

I sense
with my soul
that this is a sin.

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I feel
with my whole body
I’m on fire.

I smell
with my soft palate
blood from my split lip.

I taste
in my throat
cum mixed with bile.

I hear
distantly
my brother enjoying it.

I see
with watering eyes
uncaring walls.

I sense
with my soul
that this is a sin.