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.