Im  trapped within a metaphor

As in my bodies not my own

My skin is made of parchment

My ears are each a phone

My hair is a twiggy birds nest

My eyes are twinkling stars

My lips are orange segments

My cheeks are rocks from Mars

My arms are two long skipping ropes

My legs are tall oak trees

My feet are both bananas

Each hand is a sets of keys

My body is a warbrode

My heart a metrenome

My eyebrows two caterpillars

My brain a lump of foan

Now I know we need metaphors

That I really, really see

But in the next comparison

Can't I be compared to me

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An Anthology of my stories from SYW. Anyone wishing to join, just ask on the comments page.

SYW not the story, its a solo. Unless you already go to SYW then you can add all you like. I'll just change it to a Collab.

updated Oct 2 '10 by Magnauctor