Thursday, 27 June 2013

Black poem NH

Black

Tastes like black liquorish melted in the sun.

Smells inky, dark and fearless.

Sounds sour and hollow like a bellowing horn.

Feels invisible to life, its the death at night. It can be light.

When you see it, it takes you on a dark journey, you can
 imagine your're in space. 

Black mascara and eyeliner dribbles down like blood when it swims in water.

Just like a cobra it's dangerous and spinechilling.

Dangerous, gloomy, moonless!

Black


 

1 comment:

  1. That poem is so descriptive and awesome NH! AS rm12.

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