Sounds like the crunching of autumn leaves under heavy heels in an expansive field.
Looks like the wicked gleam of a raven feather.
Feels like an idea kicking from the inside, fighting to get out.
Smells like the woods.
Tastes like lungs breathing a mix of fire, smoke & ash.
"I am a fire escape; my spine is made of iron, my heart pumps out old red paint."
smells like the wood - i'd love that too
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