Author: TheGlycoprotein PM
I'd been toying with the phrase "I'm sick of being your knife-block" for a while. And this is the end result.Rated: Fiction K+ - English - Hurt/Comfort/Poetry - Words: 124 - Reviews: 1 - Favs: 2 - Published: 02-06-12 - Status: Complete - id: 2995162
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I'm sick of you
Using my back as
A knife block.
My face for a dishcloth.
My eyes for a tap.
But they only run hot
For rage and pain make it so.
The hob is my cheeks
Burning red with embarrassment.
The fan oven, my mouth.
Breathing sighs – just ignore them.
The toaster's slots are my arms.
Red with heat and something else.
The boiling kettle.
My brow running with sweat
The only kitchen implement
I can liken you to other than
One of the many knives in my back
Is the radio.
Always yelling, screaming things I never want
I guess that's why guys say
A woman's place is in the kitchen.