Literary Devices

Her final thought was that her drink tasted of copper and corpses.

Suddenly, Shaniqua knew she could never go back to being the innocent girl she had once been.

The hungry teen ate like a starving dog.

The pumpkin pie tasted of cloves and Christmas.

I could feel his red, evil eyes following me as a crept silently along in the night.

Finally, night had fallen, and he slept forever.

My brain was going a million miles a second.

The master memorized millions of moments.

The sky was on fire with reds, yellows, and oranges.

The old, yellow bus hiccupped and lurched like a drunken sailor.

There in front of me, the light pulsated with blues and greens, a twinkling star within my grasp.

The clouds cried rivers of tears that December.

What they didn't know was that this wouldn't be the monster's last appearance.

The students were a tornado of ideas in the classroom.

The poem spoke out against the arrests, beatings, and deaths of black people.