22 January 2009

Like a Fly into Honey

My poetic words for today:

'Darkened tree trunks leaked with the sweet smokey scent of soot and aged sap oozed from old wounds like congealed blood'

I like these so much I'm going to put them on my header!


  1. This shows promise - watch the title?
    The Cyclist

  2. Hi 'Anonymous' (Dad)
    Yes, the title actually makes sense in the context of the whole story.


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