valentine

Today's "free writing" exercise in Creative Writing class resulted in the following:

My love for you is a blackberry knife, sharp and sweet; juice flowing down my chin, staining my white shirt. Drop, drop, deep scarlet imprints bleeding hearts.

My love for you is a banana, just ripe, no brown spots; firm not squishy. It is self-contained, portable, needs no refrigeration. Not a high maintenance kind of love.