being stressed out
is like being chased by a tiger
mixed with a shark
imagine it:
a grey black orange mess
of claws and teeth and fur and skin
gnashing and screeching behind you
as it crawls ever closer
and you feel like you have knives stuck deep
into your calves
so you can't run
you can only hobble
and you can feel its nasty hot rank breath
and you can smell the strange fishy-cat stink
and you know if you looked back you would see its soulless eyes
hell-bent on having you for breakfast
or dinner
shark-tigers aren't picky.
trust me.
- Write a poem that includes at least one description of an object that is six or more words long. I took it in the direction of writing a poem that described an emotion as an extremely specific object. -
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