By: Trish

ex: Your thumb is as green as the grass.

Remain like a fossilized bone

It was the same color as the cat-vomit pink of the sunset.

He'd been as scared as Tally.

A ball of orange flame bounced next to Tally, cool as an autumn wind.

ex: My mom is like a teddy bear.

Light faded, deep blue gaps of night peered like an upside-down ocean.

Winding like a black river through the bright party towers and houses.

Run her down like she was nothing.

She felt like a rock climber facing a sheer cliff.

Big eyes and full lips like a kid’s.