The snow that
covers our garden
looks like
the garden has fallen asleep
in a blanket.
My mum's cooking
on my plate
looks like
a monster has vomited
on my plate.
My messy bed
in the morning
looks like
a deep dark cave
that has monsters.
The eggs on my plate
that mum cooked
look like
my dad's mad,
crazy eyes.
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