Whistle

It boils up from the inside
bubbling heat
spittle filled hate
hissing into the void
issuing steam
I cannot contain.

I’m a raging kettle
screaming to be removed
from the red-hot eye.

I’m dangerous in this state –
(can’t you see?)

BACK OFF.
Unit I cool.

Then I’ll warm your tea for you.

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