Tea Kettle

Part of an Intimate Poem Series

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I feel numb yet filled with such intense emotion.

Sometimes there is no in-between.

It builds up until I overheat like a bubbling tea kettle.

All hell breaks loose yet there I am, all bubbled over, left with nothing inside.

All the contents have evaporated.

No emotional release or closure.

Just an empty tea kettle waiting to overheat, yet again.