Misery Q

Lainne Wilkins

She’s as tall as Godzilla’s shit,
strong as an old washing machine growling in the night.
Black is her aroma and everyone knows it.
Her personality is like a straight jacket—you can never escape. 
Your deepest darkest fear she eats for dinner,
like Brussels sprouts a mother forces her child to eat.
She reminds most of a king-sized bed that could crush anything under it.
Misery is like a semi-truck where human traffickers store their victims. 
She’s a hurricane that ruins everyone and everything in her path. 
At the start, she resembles diamonds,
but she’s only fool's gold.