Categories
Language Uncategorized

Metaphors and Similes

His bones were as ludicrous as a raised pinkie.

His head felt like an empty ice cream jar.

Her throat sounded crumpled with dollar bills.

It was beautiful outside, high sixties and crisp, the blue with its attendant white.

A muffled cry as if the earth were a heart broken pillow.

Rows of razor sharp buildings, like a shark bursting through water. (on seeing Manhattan from above)

By Sharmila Mukherjee

I believe in reading infinitely, watching eternally, listening keenly, and letting things percolate. I believe in embodying a category crisis. I believe in living like a bubbly tub of vibrancy. The inchoate will do.

One reply on “Metaphors and Similes”

Leave a comment