Creative Writing: 'Woman of Sin' by Kirsten Glen

Kirsten Glen is a third year student studying English Literature and Creative Writing at the University of Cumbria.

Woman of Sin

I am a woman of sin.

With each sunrise I struggle,
like a sloth with lethargic claws.

I see through mine eyes

the slow pace of life.

I am a woman of sin.

Over indulging like a pig

in the mud. I trough

my treats, my pink lips

stained with temptations.

I am a woman of sin.

My skin’s the deep emerald

of a green tree python, I twist

and hiss. My mind is

so simple, my nature so vicious.

I am a woman of sin.

A grizzly bears temper

so tame in comparison

to my own. My red haze

hits like the power of its paw.

I am a woman of sin.

The tallest antlers, the

sleekest neck, my pride,

like a stag’s, always on show.

My saunter on others lips.

I am a woman of sin.

With each night, a temptress

escapes, sleek velvet on my hide.

A panther; so risqué in nature,

dangerous in temperament.

I am a woman of sin.

My monochrome feather’s

a warning to all that shines,

their glistening; an addiction.

My beak a thief, my wings an escape.

I am a woman of sin.