Monday 14 October 2019

feeling poem-sickness


Sickness

If sickness were a colour it would be  murky green.
It would be as gross as squished vegetables.
If sickness were a taste, it would be brussel sprouts.
Sickness would feel like having a stomach ache.
It would smell like blue cheese.
If sickness were a sound, it would be someone gurgling water in their throat.
Sickness would live in bed, under the covers.
Sickness would be described as miserable, nauseating, painful and uncomfortable.


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