My Sin

My sin is an act of cruelty depriving myself of worldly desires. Locked in a rented room I sit all day, listening to the murmurs of many-headed visions. Cockroaches are my temporary friends dwelling in their underground castles. The ocean is my mother I visit in need of love and companionship. She only listens to my laughs and cries like God in presence. Old wounds all over again come hand in hand off and on like jealous friends wanting someone else’s credit. Under a lamp in the night I meet a unicorn sitting in my mirror.