My head pillowed upon Lust, I cling to
Breaths tangled together as he whispers,
“My brothers and I are coming for you.
Take care now. Beware the coming winters."
Winter came. I battled them one by one.
First was Greed with his selfish eyes and hands,
Took what wasn’t his until there was none.
And then Sloth, the one who scraped all my plans.
The Glutton was next, inside me, raging,
His own needs above mine, leaving Envy
Thriving with green eyes. Then Wrath came riding
With Pride, victorious, almost friendly.
“What has happened to me?” I asked cold Lust.
But then he grimaced, silent, in disgust.
Shakespeare, eat your heart out.
Joy: It’s ironic, isn’t it?
Mike: What is?
Joy: Aren’t you listening? I’m talking about my dream - the one I had about my grandma.
Mike: Sorry, babe.
Joy: [sighing] Like I was...
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