Seven. Deadly. Sins. Three little words that still send a shiver down spines but in today's world what relevance do they have and do we still reference them in any meaningful way? The nature of sin itself is to be argued. As a performance artist and poet, my work can only ever be truthful. I have no censor. What must be spoken is spoken. Whether it be perceived as deadly or as a sin. My truth as a woman. A feminist. An artist. Am I committing a sin every time I write my truth? The wages of sin are death after all. Perhaps the deadlier the sin, the higher the price to pay. But doesn't that make it all the more tempting and what exactly is a 'sin' these days?