Your Frown shines out like the rays of sun off a dead fish,
baking its putrid pink flesh and green scales
waterlogged as it floats at the surface of the salty sea water.
A pungent stench strikes the nose like a nailish shot of water into the sinuses
after a flip under water.
The face contraction that is your frown is like a dead and baking fish’s pungent odor
forcing my own face to frown,
like a yawn forces my own face to yawn.
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