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Kettle

By Auriah Jordan-Smith


the flame would burn for days

the kettle

screaming

wailing

waiting

until it had nothing left


the piercing whistle

would echo

through an empty house

no carpet


birds fly into windows and dogs howl

insects intrigued by the screech

they would come and go, watching

listening

but not hearing


please don’t leave


By Auriah Jordan-Smith


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