Deep Dark Sins
- Madvel J. Amaya Barahona
- Feb 11
- 1 min read
I'm the garbage bin
holding the muck of my sins.
With the press of a button,
the feeling of liberation
from distraught.
The painting on display,
exposing every perfection
and imperfection.
A bench on the grassy grove,
or a lighter, leaving nothing
but a fiery dance to ash and smoke.
But at times, a cricket hiding
in the deep grass,
in the deep dark.
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