Kettle

Hashtag Kalakar
Sep 18
1 min read

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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