Literary Analysis

just in case you missed this poem earlier....I rather like it.

Literary Analysis,

by Colin Flanigan

As I sat in the bathroom cubicle

which was like a beehive

but without the bees (which is an abstraction)

my heart

felt, (after a line break)

like a white-hot iron

(Which is a simile, signified by the word "like").

A white-hot iron,

which,

in its fiery rage,

was personified -

by my insinuation that a laundry-iron could feel rage -

spat sparks upon the laundry

and the fabric (which is a synonym)

of my soul

because you said

"I love you -

but I am sick of your explaining everything."