Postcard Fiction #3

Resurrection
I am here.
Parched, scorched, starved.
Battle-scarred waxy petals
Chewed on like a prizefighter’s ears.
You want a piece a me?

 

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14 thoughts on “Postcard Fiction #3

      • Linda, I’ve reblogged the post but had such trouble formatting it. My theme posted your text to the side and so I rewrote it but for the life of me, it wont show the paragraph returns. This is the first time I’ve reblogged something and I guess that’s how you learn but I just hope I do your piece justice.

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