Bankruptcy

sebastian. single. seventeen. san diego. me.

Metaphors by Sylvia Plath

I’m a riddle in nine syllables, 

An elephant, a ponderous house, 

A melon strolling on two tendrils. 

O red fruit, ivory, fine timbers! 

This loaf’s big with its yeasty rising. 

Money’s new-minted in this fat purse. 

I’m a means, a stage, a cow in calf. 

I’ve eaten a bag of green apples, 

Boarded the train there’s no getting off.

So today in AP English class we had to figure out this riddle, I felt quite amazing when I figured it out in thirty seconds and in the end I was the only one to get it. It felt awesome. I’m so glad we’re going into freaking poetry. Finally in my element.

The Answer is:

Pregnancy.