Come Steal My MetaphorA Poem by DIVYAFor those who steal with impunity.“Steal My Metaphor” Oh, Sweet Saint of Coffee-Table Love and Pain - I want you to steal my metaphor. Slap it on your cracking, peeling walls so people think there’s hope in uselessness. Come closer, darling. I have a deliciously new, novel metaphor. Straight from the spinning mills of my suffering. Come, steal my metaphor. Your hollow bones are, screaming for marrow. I want you to steal it- post it, sell it, grab the proceeds. Take the credit. Aren’t we all 'one thread' in the universe? You, the giant fake, me, your wispy ghostwriter. This poem? It’s a masterclass, “How to Steal a Metaphor and Influence People.” Step One - Believe you deserve it. Confidence is key here, my dearest of dears. Entitlement is mandatory. It’s your birthright. So steal with privilege. Step Two - Prowl on velvet paws until you find a vulnerable poet. They’re easy to spot - slightly soiled, thrift-store thin, breaking at the edges. Approach gently, Whisper, “We are so connected.” Then let your nimble fingers slip into their pockets - pick and run. In the captions, write: “Scribbled while asleep at 3 am.” Step Three - Stand in front of your mirror, saying it slow - “IT. IS. MINE.” On repeat, louder. Until you believe it. This step is the swiftest and the easiest. Congratulations! See how easy it was? I told you - Art is a free for all buffet. Steaming trays of stolen metaphors Just waiting for you to sprinkle your sauce on them. Load your plate, darling. And when you’re full, Rest and ruminate fatly upon your couch, cradling your belly, engorged with another’s blood- Till it’s dark and you’re buzzing with thirst again. ~~~~~ © 2025 DIVYAAuthor's Note
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