There on the stove, sits a Black Shiny Mug.
A Black Matte Kettle starts to burn nearby
It is weathered
Beaten with daily use
Yet still loved and cherished
Burning on the stove
Moments pass by slowly
A pendulum marks each passing second
The Black Matte Kettle glistens
Beads of sweat running down its face
Air pockets bursting to escape
Accompanied by an ear-piercing shrill
Screams continue breaking the silence of the twilight
Dogs join the chorus
Neighbors grow restless
Someone hammers the door
Threatening to call the police
A hush falls over the kitchen
The Black Matte Kettle sits quietly once again
Silence is all that remains
The homeowner no longer conscious
Their hand slips away from their warm embrace
A glimmer of the heartbeat flutters to stay alive.
I am the Black Shiny Mug.
About the Creator
Adrien Malicdem
Writer, Artist, Fur Baby Mama, Food Enthusiast, Influencer, and Lover.
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