Postcard Fiction #3 Posted on April 10, 2012 by ltownsdin 14 Resurrection I am here. Parched, scorched, starved. Battle-scarred waxy petals Chewed on like a prizefighter’s ears. You want a piece a me? Share this:Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window)Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)Click to share on Tumblr (Opens in new window)Click to share on Reddit (Opens in new window)Click to share on Pinterest (Opens in new window)Click to email a link to a friend (Opens in new window)Click to print (Opens in new window)Like this:Like Loading...
Linda Townsdin 