Go and open a window of happiness,

to hear and feel the hollowness of the whiney wind blowing against your radish red face.

Go and open a cupboard of crack ness,

there might be a shattered mirror fixed with the click of a finger or crushed into saddened sand granules.

Go and open your curtains of curses,

you’ll let the daylight hype up your house or let a tiny curling candle flame radiate the night sky.

Go and open a pack of sweets,

maybe the strong sourness will burn your tongue with evilness or the soothing sweetness will calm your throat with glee.

Go and open a terrific tank of petrol,

you might find yourself in a deep dark pain after the petrifying petrol sadly splashed in your eerie eye.