CLAIMING A METAPHOR
If there were one metaphor she’d use for herself, it would be that of something fractured beyond any repair, or shattered. But broken is more accurate. Jagged. Something to be thrown away, something to worry about the garbage men getting hurt handling. —Caroline Bock, original flash fiction, December 2014
At this time of year, I look inward even more than other times. And while on the whole this was a pretty good year, I still forged this metaphor about myself, or at least, my literary self. What metaphor would you shape for yourself? Does it differ by season? Does it sing in one and cry in another?
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