The Kettle Speaks…

The kettle speaks to me in whispers.

The fridge sighs.

The plates chatter. 

The cups chip in. 

The cutlery makes scything remarks. 

The stairs groan. 

The toilet weeps. 

The bath mumbles that the shower is for fools.

The toothbrush calls. 

The mirror offers a stark critique.   

The door creaks.

The cupboard under the stairs makes promises it cannot keep.

The rotting windowsill reveals too much.

The boiler grumbles.

The pipes gargle. 

And I. 

I sit. 

I sit in silence and wait for all of this to be over.