Blog Post 3.2
Simile
As empty as the open road
As weak as a newborn baby
Gathered together like a group of gossiping schoolgirls
As rough as chafed skin
Trembling like a naked mole rat
Praying like an Olympic gold medalist
Bouncing like light off the wall
Smiling like a child on the last day of school
Metaphor
Heart of a soldier
Mountains of flesh
War is a deadly chess match
The ocean is a boundless pool
The moon is nature’s nightlight
This house of judgment
My love is a chameleon
Writing is a never ending marathon
******
I am still.
I take short deep breaths as I observe them, gathered around like gossiping schoolgirls. The sun has set unusually early today, but that’s ok, the moon is nature’s nightlight and I use it to my advantage.
Crack!
The sound of the bullet escaping the rifle is deafening in the silence.
I hit my mark. Bambi goes down, trembling like a naked mole rat. Panic sets in, the other schoolgirls scramble and scatter, their shadows playing in the moonlight bouncing back and forth off the trees.
I rise, smiling like a child on the last day of school, I collect my victory.
“Not bad for an old man, huh!” I mock, as I toss the nights dinner in front of the camouflage clad men.
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