Monday, April 13, 2009

from identity unit

Rodion

(From Crime and Punishment by Fyodor Dostoyevsky)

Dripping like icicles in the heat of wet summer,

sweating in fever,

but like blood oozing from raw meat,

He carried a slow, steady stench,

reaking like superiority ,

But sulking like death.

The sour skins of heavy guilt and paranoia

lay flat and yellow in the sallows hanging under his eyes,

staring clearly into what is to come; glazed in guilt

crying to be set free from sin.

 

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