Skateboard

Flat like paper, scaly like a fist
Rocky and rough
When I ride it I hear scratchy noises
Like an angry cat scratching the ground with angry claws
When I ride it I see the galaxy because it's colourful
My object makes me feel silent
Because it never talks until it has a voice of its own.
I eat Skittles with my object
With all the colours I see, the purple, blue, white and black
Makes me see the galaxy
I hear wind blowing slowly on my face
To my ears I hear whispers from the other side of the wall
A peak inside the wall to see a colourful object
That has a voice of its own now
As the object whispers to my ears
As soft as anything
While riding I hear the galaxy spinning
It smells like space and rocks, also a dragon's scale
Like it was in the war
A skateboard like a galaxy.