Winter+poem-+Brandy

I Am Dead I am dead. You killed me last winter. It has been a whole year since I took my last breath. It is cold being dead not because it's winter either. Your love killed me. I can't say your actual love because you treated me like trash. You hurt me and hurt me until one day it went to far. I was sick of me being invisible to you. One day I told you to kill me, but I didn't expect you to do it. The next thing I know I have a knife sticking out of my chest. The knife shines in the light so it is a glowing light. As I was dieing death spoke a welcoming speech. It told me I could haunt the murderer. I decided against ot because he actually did me a favor. It seemed to take weeks to join the afterlife. Now I am resting in an eternal bed covered in snow. That is the story of why I'm dead, are you glad you know. By: Brandy J. Lathrop

Simile: You treated me like trash. Metaphore :I was trash in your eyes. Rhyme: snow and know. Imagery: The knife shines in the light so it is a glowing light. Personification: Death spoke a welcoming speech. Hyperbole: It seemed to take a week for me to join the afterlife.