The Refrigerator

The refrigerator is rotten It’s shiny and stainless Stealing glances from the stove Upright and dependable But cold and keeps to itself Lately a smell emanates From beneath its non-sentient seething When questioned it remains Impervious and above reproach What’s going on What are you hiding I scream, not caring It outweighs me and gives […]

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