“He felt like an old sponge steeped in paraffin and left in the sun to dry.”
“... I looked through the car's rear window for a final wave, and it felt like someone had invaded my chest and squeezed all the juice out of my heart until it was a tiny dry sponge.”
“Tears upon the dry sponge of heartdo not prove I am Promethean.”
“Time flames like a paraffin stove / and what burns are the minutes I live.”
“Long dormant feelings poured through my dried-up limbs and wound through me, slowly filling the emptiness. Like an irrigated field, I felt myself blossom and grow with new vigor. He was the sun, and the tenderness he showed me was life-giving water. ”
“Whenever she turned her steep focus to me, I felt the warmth that flowers must feel when they bloom through the snow, under the first concentrated rays of the sun.”