my sexy red kettle

She screamed

Howled even

Searing pain tearing through her bosom

The lady in red

Her midnight hair

Swaying in the breeze

Even with the scalding heat

Sweat beads the size of hailstones

Gushing off her body

Her pain echoes in emptiness

I approach

Turning the dial to end her nightmare

She whistled down

Ever grateful

Ever ready to please