There Is Not a Single Metaphor Or Simile In This Poem

February 1, 2015

I am not made up of DNA

I am made up of gold.

I am not made up of anything besides the strength I possess and precious metals

Therefore nothing can break me down

I am a fire that can never be extinguished

Long after my heart stops beating

My soul will keep burning

When I speak they walk around with matches,

For my words are the sparks that may ignite their flame

They will ask what I am like

And you will be at a loss for words

Because I am not like the sea or a flower or the last girl that broke your heart

You will have nothing to compare me to

For there is no human being nor simile that can match what I have built.

If you touch me

They will ask about your scar

And when my name crosses your mind the heat will burn through your veins and they

will know.

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