Fear

Fear is like the blackness of a dark alley,

Heart throbbing, palms sweating, legs shaking,

As you venture deeper and deeper into the darkness.

It sounds like the blood-curdling scream

of a possessed child,

not getting what it wants.

It tastes like the bitterness of sour milk,

Making you want to gag,

Trying to run away from the retched smell it brings.

It smells like a trashcan, sitting full of rotting garbage, gradually decomposing,

And filled with flies laying their eggs.

Fear feels like a festering wound,

Slowly filling with infection and eating you away,

Until you are gone forever.

Boots is my name, and walkin' is my game.

 
My face hits the dirty streets,
 and sniffs the moist ground.
People run into me and kick me back and forth.
My twin sister stays clean,
while I get sprayed by a falling soda.
I get to play tag and run around.
I can sprawl myself all over the sofa,
Nobody cares!
I keep my small friends warm,
 as they hide inside my fur.
I get replaced by new flip-flops,
and shrivel up in the closet,
until winter slowly rolls back around.