Pride is a mirror, fractured in the storm,
Humility a quiet stream where softer shapes are born.
Envy climbs the ivy walls with jealous, reaching hands,
While Kindness scatters petals wide, across the broken lands.
Wrath is lightning in my chest, a drumbeat without end,
But Patience threads the hours slow, a message stuck on send.
Gluttony devours the night, a mouth too full of flame,
Yet Temperance restores the air, a balance in the game.
Lust moves like wildfire, waxy heat against the skin,
While Chastity is porcelain, unmarked by where I’ve been.
Greed clutches silver shadows, hoarding what will fade,
But Charity gives freely, like the light the moon has made.
Sloth lays heavy on the ground, a weight the earth can feel,
While Diligence keeps marching on, her footsteps forged in steel.
I walk between them trembling, their voices in my spine,
A body full of shadows where I'm torn in two sides.
Aug 27, 2025
Aug 27, 2025 at 7:11 AM UTC
Pride is a mirror, fractured in the storm,
Humility a quiet stream where softer shapes are born.
Envy climbs the ivy walls with jealous, reaching hands,
While Kindness scatters petals wide, across the broken lands.
Wrath is lightning in my chest, a drumbeat without end,
But Patience threads the hours slow, a message stuck on send.
Gluttony devours the night, a mouth too full of flame,
Yet Temperance restores the air, a balance in the game.
Lust moves like wildfire, waxy heat against the skin,
While Chastity is porcelain, unmarked by where I’ve been.
Greed clutches silver shadows, hoarding what will fade,
But Charity gives freely, like the light the moon has made.
Sloth lays heavy on the ground, a weight the earth can feel,
While Diligence keeps marching on, her footsteps forged in steel.
I walk between them trembling, their voices in my spine,
A body full of shadows where I'm torn in two sides.
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