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Wrath

Outwardly calm,
Your face a mask.
There is no clue
To the slow burn
Seething within.
And you speak –
Icily polite –
Words to freeze
The sun’s ray.
They do not see
The cold spark
That will ignite
The furnace blast
Flash fire
That will scorch the soft
Earth of friendship.

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Envy

A bindweed,
twisting purple and green
Invades your soul.
A strangle grip
blackening your heart.

Gluttony

Scraps of attention,
Flung like so much
Trash.
Discarded and forgotten.
They are my treasure.
To be gathered in.
Scooped up and mashed together.
Not hoarded.
Their bulk – a shortlived comfort.

Your scant words!
I devour them.
Gulp them down
Swallow them whole.
Such tasteless scraps.
They are not enough.
Never enough.
I long for more.
Yearn for them.
Resolve to taste each one
Savour their meaning.
Make them last.

But for the compulsion,
The insatiable appetite.
I sicken myself.

Sloth

The slow slide of
Snow from on high.
The cold drop and
The heavy fall.
A silent, slithering slump.

Avarice

I saw her looking at the display. She was planted in front of it, fingers splayed out, the tips white against the glass, forehead pressed tight against the window. I stood back, listening to her exclamations, the voice pitched almost higher than was humanly audible. Words bubbled up from her throat and burst out in a piercing babble. Impatience and frustration seethed inside me. I needed her to move on, these were mine! They were not meant for her. No amount of wishing would make them hers. But they could be mine, would be mine.  Blood roaring in my ears, I sensed rather than saw her relax away from the window, the man with her was saying something, making soothing noises. I saw them turn and walk away, the girl turning back for one last, longing look.

I held each one, turning them over in my hands, seeing them gleam and sparkle. Beautiful. I placed them with care into the cabinet. All seven spaces finally filled. At last, I had them all, my collection complete. I gathered up the discarded wrappings and a leaflet floated to the floor.
“New! Limited Edition!
Order now and start collecting today!”
My heart fluttered and somewhere deep inside, the stirrings of a new desire flickered into life.

Pride

Expert cut,
Designer clothes.
Clothes maketh the man.
They say.
Perhaps.
But you know better.
Rugged jaw,
Ice blue eyes,
The hair, styled carefully, just so.

You smile.
Strike a pose.
Ah yeah!
The deadly ensemble.
Who could resist!
The man maketh the clothes.

Lust

I
think
I
may
spontaneously
combust
at
just
the
thought
of
your
lips’
touch.
I
think
I
am
in lust
with you.

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