Whispers of Sin: Short Poem

Written by: Amanda Sherman
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​“don’t you want to be remembered?”
whispers the sly, elegant voice into my ear
“don’t you want to shock them into submission?”
the patronizing wisp of an innuendo ripples down my spine

at first he was easy to ignore
i was purity
i was grace
i was honesty

but then
things changed
fast

where i was unfailingly kind
i now became violently vicious
victorious in battles of the mind
menacingly manipulative as he taught me to be

soon i saw blood
not my own
but belonging to those who are the person i used to be

i guess
at some point i broke
floodwaters of demonic desire rupturing past this facade of holy peace

i guess
i was always stained 
devastatingly dirty like a soiled rag of shit
frowned upon by those naive angels
who never witnessed the sadistic savagery i’m so intimate with

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