You are a petrifying path to devastating death
lost like a pin in a hay stack.
You are the smell of an orange rotting ruthlessly
like a lily on the water.
You are a toad hopping across the water
like cats courteously jumping across fences.
You are the sound of deadly drums beating
like heart beats humping.
You are the memory of the first day in hell
like school detentions all day.
You are the distance between
thunder growling and sunshine shining.
You are in our heads
like lighting hitting heads.
You are death.