The donut slid of its own accord, an escapee
bounced off the metal table and away, like a parolee
from the prison of my plate
rolling into the street and down a sewer grate.
The sugary note left behind said simply, “He touched me”
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Nicholas King
I'm a graduate of the University of South Florida's Creative Writing program, Class of 2012. Currently, I reside in Florida, where I've spent the majority of life. In my spare time, I write fiction and poetry.
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