witty-remark's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- -
The steam curls up and sweeps across my face. The tea's too hot to drink, but I let it scorch my tongue. The blistering sting settles on the tip, invoking that familiar numb. The element still glows orange, beckoning for something new to heat. In the sliver of moonlight, in my dark kitchen, I draw out the silence from every corner it fled to. I pull it from the nooks and crannies it retreated to. I collect it from the top shelf and inner cupboards it hid inside. "Stupid kettle, you've scared my silence away." "It's alright now" I promise. "Come out, it's time to be quiet again." 1:34 a.m. - Monday, Nov. 29, 2010 |
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