Forgotten Words

Kitchen Sink

What if I was a kitchen sink?

Leaving trails of sins in my wake

Sins of debris and sins of mold

Curled at the crevices on my corners

What if I was a kitchen sink?

Running my tears onto your dishes

Cleaning and frothing out the murk

That solidified on your interiors

I washed until my pitfalls overflowed

And then floods of my serenity

Plucking every piece of wound on your plate

Draining the blood out of your eyes

What if I was a kitchen sink?

And nobody came to clean me

For they had no faucets or handles

Only protruded edges or metal teeth

And what if nobody knew

What a kitchen sink was?

Would they still mend themselves the same

Or would their edges rot and shrivel in rust

~ Kes