The snip of the scissors was loud when they flew close to my head, cutting my hair off.
The sound of a tree falling in the forest felt like nothing.
One by one, I felt my hair scrape past my shoulders and onto the floor.

The tires of the taxi screeched as we moved away from home.
I felt the tears of my long-time companion on my hands from when I wiped them away.
Her sadness tasted like a salty ocean.

I saw the sky turn grey on the day I lost my aunt.
My mother’s voice quivered as she tried to deliver the news on the phone.
Losing her stung like being thrown into a rose bush