A poem, like Myrna suggested a while back, where you describe an emotion using the five senses.
When someone is angry with me:
A vicious punch in the stomach.
Halogen lights burning, bringing tears to the eyes.
A persistent mosquito in the ear buzzing, “Why didn’t you just shut up?”
Bitter as rotten celery.
Onion rings sizzling in a vat while you stand outside the door with an empty, gurgling belly and no money in your pocket.