hyperbole

sight: hideous

taste: Bitter

touch: ragged

hearing: racket

smell: putrid

I woke up late to the racket of of my bitter sister speedly getting ready only to get out of my plush bed to see a hideous figure staring back at me

quaking, the eyes

frigid, all spoken words froze solid, geese flew backwards, fished moved south, snow turned blue

the vivid purple sky leaves an attractive image in my peaceful mind

the ancient building towers over the vibrant garden screaming for chaos

the silky smooth water extends over the unharmed rocks