like father, like daughter

by v ritchie



knotter of shoelaces maker of face-shaped holes &lies &lies &impressively well-hidden lies i pushed you up the hill  until “sins of the father” came tumbling back down  one day  that anything- but-midas touch  would petrify the next boulder— your legacy  the inevitable came & shock set in upon inspecting the damage i nearly went blind the  blood  ran  g o l d

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