We are both sinners;
you have **stolen** from me
so
lost my tool for survival
i became a con-artist
*lying with multiple identities* 
 *i am alive and well*
but 
*i killed myself.*

you'll *bear* 
*the responsibility of making me*
this *sinner*.

Sinners

Rippled in desperation,
 Hunger *consumed* me;
that's why
 i ate 
*paper*
and swallowed
*poems*
 written on it.
 Sorry for *eating*
to *myself*
and
for
what wasn't *mine.*

Hunger

Buttery sun rays
bidding farewell to daylight 
colours me shameful.