We Did this to recount our Holidays in a more interesting way.
My Holiday sounded like kids screaming “I WANT TO GO HOME,”
like kids crying at a water park over bee sting,
like your dad after a bit too many beers,
like children trying to blow out the last candle on your birthday.
My Holiday smelled like old sweaty socks,
like an untouched toilet that has been siting there for weeks,
like when your friends do not want to anything on a bright sunny day.
My Holiday felt like a child’s grubby hands after eating ice cream,
like a frosty winter day when you cannot do anything but cry,
like a lost dog wondering when their owner will return,
like a headache that just will not go away no matter what.
My Holiday tasted like cold salty tears,
like a milo that is just not right,
like medicine after knowing well it will not help,
like swallowing seawater after having so much fun.