Simile
As empty as…the desert
As weak as…a little girl
Gathered together like…prisoners
As rough as…burlap
Trembling like…a first date
Praying like…a nun
Bouncing like…a ball
Smiling like…a clown
Metaphor
Heart of…gold
Mountains of…laundry
War is…a drug
The ocean is… a hole
The moon is… meditation
This house of… horrors
My love is…magic
Writing is…work
Trembling
With my eyes closed
Talking about what happened
Trying to put words together to not cause much harm,
My words gathered together like prisoners yearning for freedom
And I’m still trembling like a first date
He caresses my face and closes his eyes tightly
And brought his lips to mine.
I squinted
It was a bit like a big, wet kiss on the lips,
But I was sure that I don’t wanted to be kissed by him anymore
I felt nothing
I was empty as my silent face
Mountains of agony washed over me
I was trembling like a first date but it was the last one
He was trembling too and crying and trying to make me change my mind
But every single word from his mouth I didn’t want to hear
And I just left
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