Greed

by hedonetymist

December 4, 2020

Under a soft blanket she smiles to herself,

It thickens, it grows, she chokes, “let me go,”

But the weight only crushes her health.

She waits for her lover, he looks under the cover,

Then lies on the blanket in wealth.

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kingjelly665Dec 15, 2020

<p>I love how its short but still holds a lot of weight behind it. I wish i could get my message across as easily as you and not have to write an entire book  about something that should just be a few sentences.</p>