Today’s NaPoWriMo prompt is: Write a poem in which you describe something with a hard-boiled simile.

Sometimes it seems like love is a worn-out plastic grocery bag overloaded with expectation until it begins to stretch and stretch from the weight, so you are left holding two thinly stretched pieces of plastic that you hope will stay intact until you can get home and set the load down.

But instead the bag breaks and spills out all the contents of your heart for everyone to see.