Her scream sounded like fingernails slowly dragging
across a chalkboard
Like the sound of a water in a teapot boiling
Like two large metal poles clashing together
Like tires screeching upon the pavement
Like the siren of an ambulance approaching
Like a fork being scraped across an empty dinner plate
Like nails being dragged into flesh
An old rusty pot on the kitchen stove
An old rusty pot on the kitchen stove
Like two tall glass skyscrapers side by side
Like the scattered pieces of glass across the concrete
floor
Like the loud crunch of a potato chips
Like lemon juice burning your throat
A large dose of vinegar being consumed
A shot of alcohol dissolving down your throat
Like the sharp end of a dagger
Like picking up shattered pieces of glass upon the
kitchen floor
Like smashing large metal objects into window pains
Like the fresh metallic stench of blood
Like the smell of rusting metal on a fall evening
Like the bitter smell of raw lemons
An open wound on a cold winters day
The stinging sensation of hand sanitizer on a cut
An open wound on a cold winters day
The stinging sensation of hand sanitizer on a cut
Like my roommate screaming over a spider our room
i feel like i just heard her scream just be reading your poem... i can hear the nails on chalkboard just by reading... your poem brings it alive(if that makes sense) i feel all those things just by reading... that's awesome!!!!
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