23 January 2010

The Sin Eater

He wore black.
So did the woman counting
pennies into his hand.
"Do you take my sin?"
"I eat it," he said,
and she sighed.
A tear ran in the firelight,
another tear.
She reached out to him.
"Let me taste my sin."

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