Freehand Poem #21: Sun for Sin

Yesterday the heat was unbearable. I’m pretty tired today but still alive!!!

I’m fascinated by the old belief that if people sinned God/s would punish them through destruction and really really horrible weather.


 

Sun for Sin

 

The sun melts me down, to a pile of flesh and blood.

Feel my skin loosen and moisture seeps out of every

pore. Thinking of Dante’s hell, thinking of the different levels

with different kinds of torture based on sins committed.

Wondering what sin of mine inspired the sun to burn me

alive today.


 

If you are reading this Thank You for taking time out of your day to read my writing!

I hope you return in the future!

-Alina