she loved the sound of the kettle,
whistling as the sun rises from the horizon.
she stars her day with a cup of coffee,
and a warm smile from her heart.
but the sound of the kettle changed,
the pitch gets higher and higher, almost sounding like a girl shrieking.
pain, agony, grief, the kettle cries.
waking her up from the miserable world shes living.
✝
