Kitchen

Yap, yap, yap.

Clack, clack, clack.

Rarr, rarr, rarr.

Clack, Clack, Crack.

I pour from the bottle,

The smell is raw n almost burning.

A drop spills out the beaker,

washing machine starts churning.

The cold plastic box,

is full to the brim.

Of recyclable rubbish,

I need to put in the bin.

Cloth damp n dank,

I rub through my fingers.

As I load up the machine,

That raw smell it still lingers.

Brrr, brrr, brrr.

clunk, clunk, clunk.

rurr, rurr, rurr.

clunk, clunk, clunk.

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