metaphor

The fine hairs that trace her temple have snatched the weak radiance from up above, like a school of shattered pearls in tune …

The streets are rivers which we navigate like short-sighted salmon, picking an uneasy path, making slow progress- faces rushing upwards …

I get up to take a piss glancing haphazardly at my suitcase leaning forlornly against the wall the colour of …