The teakettle is screaming again,
No one is home to hear it yell.
It begs for attention.
Sitting there helpless on the stove,
Louder and louder, till it wants to burst.
Its fresh white paint begins to melt off,
The iron bottom becomes red with anger.
Why is no one listening?
The teacup watches from the counter,
Longing to relieve the teakettle of its anguish.
Yearning to help it in some small way,
But all it can do is stand by and watch.
Suddenly the doorknob twists,
The lazy door creaks open.
Sounds of laughter can be heard echoing through the halls.
It drowns out the screaming kettle.
Still no sign of relief.
A girl walks in,
She briefly notices the kettle’s shrill screech.
Her phone rings, and she answers right away.
It may be her boyfriend,
The kettle can wait.
She hangs up,
It wasn’t her boyfriend.
Just a sales call for some product she’s never heard of.
Why wasn’t it her boyfriend?
The kettle’s desperate call now comes to her attention again.
Oh, yes, the kettle.
She was going to make tea.
She had put on the kettle earlier that day,
And then promptly forgot.
Oh well, it all worked out.
She wanders over to the kitchen,
Stopping to check her reflection in the mirror first.
She checks her phone again,
What if her boyfriend had texted her
In the short time she had spent daydreaming?
Yes, she had a text.
The kettle had waited all day,
Surely it could wait a few more moments while she responded.
She opens the message.
Of course. It’s from her mom.
Why wasn’t her boyfriend texting her?
Oh, yes, the kettle.
She really must stop that awful screeching sound.
It was so annoying,
She wondered if it would ever stop.
She finally makes it to the kitchen.
An ominous silence fills the air.
When did the screeching stop?
Where was the teakettle?
The stove is clear with nothing on it.
Then what had that awful noise been?
She knows she’s not crazy.
She can’t be crazy.
She feels something hot and wet seeping into her shoes.
She looks down.
And there is the kettle,
In pieces on the floor.
She gets a text message,
It’s from her boyfriend.
He wants to break up.