Learning Goal: I’m working on a poetry spreadsheet and need the explanation and answer to help me learn.

Funeral day is when my depression feels like an ocean of pitch black

water seizing me under its waves

sounds like a fork is scratching against a plate.

It smells like a pile of dirty laundry

and even tastes like cold chicken nuggets.

Especially the sorrow of dead animals who are in that coffin.

It tastes like the after math of vomit

even an ear piercing shriek.

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