i've always found it kind of funny
that an octopus has eight tentacles
that will grab and rip and tear and suck
the life out of a person,
when there's only seven deadly sins.
lust is wrapped around my groin,
gluttony envelops my mouth and throat,
greed obscures my vision,
and envy clutches at my head.
my feet are immovable because of sloth,
my arms simple tools for wrath,
and my back kept straight by pride.
my heart, though.
you're the one wrapped around my heart,
and you're the one that's fucking killing me.