The Sin Tree
A poem by Keshia Nowden
We all have our sins to bear, but it’s not easy to cut them out of your
I was reading about the seven deadly sins the other day.
I’m not sure why.
Maybe I’ve been devouring them all my life, spitting them out like
Lust was the first seed, the easiest one to plant, in my loins and my
There’s a guy I’ve had my eye on for the last five years.
Man the things I’d do to him…He’d
But I’m not satisfied.
That’s when gluttony takes root in my belly.
He’s a good meal, I can’t get enough of him.
I’m still not satisfied.
The branches of greed start to grow.
I want him all to myself.
I don’t want to share.
This man is in my thoughts all the time.
I’m getting sloppy with my life, I am sure of it.
Now the leaves of sloth are taking its place on greed’s branches.
Envy is the sunlight that keeps the tree alive.
Who the hell do they think they are,
and why is he responding to them and not me?
Pride makes the tree stronger.
Pride goes before the fall….
I’m so much better than any of them.
They can’t hold a candle to me anyway
He knows who I
He’ll never forget me.
I want to be
Wrath is the water—I’m thirsty for him—making the tree grow with each
I like when he talks only to me online.
I hate it when these whores come onto him.
Makes me want to murder them all in
racing in my head.
The tree has
become too much for me to handle.
I close my eyes.
I think of the women who nearly lost themselves like
I almost did.
They let these thoughts take root.
They let it grow until it becomes too big to cut down.
All I did was close my eyes and cut down my tree.
Copyright © 2016 Keshia Nowden
Well this is going to be the shortest bio ever.
My name is Keshia Nowden.I’m 42 years old. I live in
I’ve been writing stories since I was 13, but never
had anything published. I hope these anthologies change that.
I will be featured in the upcoming anthologies
Classics Reimagined (I think this title has changed) and the online
My flash fiction “The State of Being Alive” was
given honorable mention in a recent flash fic contest.
My poem, “Fuck-Up” is currently featured as one of
WildSound Festival Review’s “Best New Poetry From All Over The World.”
Here’s to endless excuses to produce more
mind-numbingly boring pieces of work!