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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