The Viral Sin

Published: July 31, 2023

Viruses dancing within my skin

No control, my unconscious sins

Get me a bottle of poison, dear

I need no inkling from this fear

The stink of helplessness

Glass of medicine powder, not gin?

Creatures permeating my soul

Without entry passes or collaborative wills?

Ain’t my body, this body,

I am born with sin.

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