Spit fire coming out
of her jaws.
She was angry
after all.
It was a scene
that the company
saw, it didn't matter
to her.
Her brew had been
cooking slowly
on the fire for quite
some time, something
she just didn't forget.
And forgive, forget it.
Seems to be a foreign
word to her, forgive.
Her brew was heating
up and the other part
of her brew would
not let up.
When a pinch of that
was added, it was all
it took for the heated
combustion to explode.
All over the place...
on the walls, in the corners,
on the floors.
After that part left
the stench of the explosion
still lingered,
she refused to clean it up
so to remind her of what
a horrid pinch that was added
that day, with the already
tails and whispers in her brew.
Never was good for eating
just for keeping and
she kept it, like she has
kept other brews,
left in the basement
crowding up the space
just to remind her.
Only those she favored are kept
behind a secret door,
no one allowed there
but her and a few others.