Kitchen Fan

Will you die little beast

Buzzing and buzzing 

To wrought the chill 

Your blades make on my skin 

And the heat you permit to fester  

Your garbled words keep their shrill 

And my head aches still 

I have tugged once-

Twice, thrice- 

Yet you do not stutter 

The clicks that clack 

Take me back 

To the times in my own kitchen 

Back in my childhood home 

The one room in which I was protected 

From the rumbles of snores, 

The lonely moans of the dark, 

And the creek of doors hidden behind

You do not give me peace 

Because you do not listen as the first did 

All those years ago 

Your light is faded-

Tainted-

So I cannot find protection in your trills 

Just keep on humming 

And trilling and stumbling 

You can't bring my innocence back 

You will tell me lies I've heard before 

Of the many who have left 

But your jealousy only rots your warmth

Your air- the chills 

It fabricates on my neck 

They lie of your hard earned respect-

Keep it all 

This home is not mine 

And you don't own my soul- 

But you have my cage 

And I can not leave. 

I have nowhere to go 

No home with protection or childlike innocence- 

You have won. 

But your falling tears are still mine to pull