Sin spills forth,

Oil on snow.

He racks his brain.

Nothing comes forward.

All is darkness.

Rancid taste of spirits.

Faint memory of a scream.

Blood, he can’t wash away.

Sin spills forth,

Oil on snow.

Starved,

I devour it whole.

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