Two horns, a slithering tongue, and a scorn for normality.
An evil belch.
We have become playmates.

"Why?" I ask

SIN, she replies.

She wraps her body around me
circling,
circling,
constricting
  
A bump, a creek, a fear in the night.
An evil laugh.
The more time we spend, the larger she grows

"What was that?" I inquire

SIN, she replies.

She affects everything around me
my thoughts,
my dreams,
my life.

She has become me.

"Your name!" I demand.

SIN, she replies.