on like a train going from
one destination to another.  Like
***** swimming past all the others.

I couldn't move
like a tree held firmly
by the roots. After you, were no
substitutes.

I couldn't move
like a deer frozen in the headlights
on a dark road in the middle of winter. Couldn't
move - all my pieces were splintered.

I couldn't move
like sinking in quicksand, up to
my neck, burying my hands.

Once I moved
like ice in a blender, caught in
the blades and chopped up -
sold to the vendor.