Similes and Metaphors for ReadWritePoem

When the snowstorm
of your words
swirls around me,
I find shelter
in my mind.

It’s like a reverse snow globe
where all is peaceful
inside the bubble
and I can watch
while ice flies
from your tongue
and your arms
generate the wind
on the outside.

You look so cold:
a bent tree.
a bruised cloud.

I sit in a swing
on the porch
of the little house
inside my head
and watch you unravel.