Fear is hazel.

It looks like the scared soul screaming behind the eyes.

It looks like muddled puddles of tears.

Fear is hazel.

It sounds like the muffled purr of a cat in pain.

It sounds like vociferous vibrations of an echo.

Fear is hazel.

It feels like a heart violently pumping with head-piercing beats.

If feels like you are paralyzed yet shaking to the core.

Fear is hazel.

It tastes like the sweat of your broken down and battered body.

It tastes like dry desert sand obstructing the desiccated orifice.

Fear is hazel.

It smells like polluted winds burning holes inside the nose.

It smells like the skin torched by blazing fire.

Fear is hazel.