Thursday, 23 August 2018

HATE

Hate is the colour of a dark stormy night
It tastes like  rotten back bones
It smells like rotting fish heads
It sounds like shouting and swearing
It  feels like somebody  arguing
It looks like  punching and shouting
It lives in the  darkness under my bed.
HATE

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1 comment:

  1. Anonymous10 May 2019 at 11:57

    Hi Niki it is your GTS buddy. What a cool writing. Great job. Keep up the good work.

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