king midas' touch

by A.S.   Nov 9, 2018


a touch
a kiss
a desire so strong
a young girl forced to grow
to fit a mold she didn't belong.
his hands full of wrath
his breath, alcohol
gold in his eyes
he wanted it all.

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  • 3 years ago

    by Bird

    This hits so close to home that I could literally weep. Beautiful. I haven’t read anything from you that I did not love. Truly.

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