Sunday, March 29, 2009

Jon Likes Metaphors

The blood ran down my arm like melting wax on a candle.
I watched it like a cat spotting an insect.
The wind swirled around me like a star being formed.
I looked up at the sky like a future pilot.
My blood then hit the dirt like a leaking faucet.
I was breathing like a dog out in the hot sun.
The snake disappeared like a mundane memory.
I dropped to the ground with the berries I was picking.

1 comment:

  1. My heart felt heavy like the buffalo after readin the observations. It made me feel like a fairy in a strong wind, only to be slammed into a house like an egg towards a nerd's house.

    I cried for 17 seconds, too.

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