It simmers and brews.

It comes to a quick boil.

Hot steam escapes the cracks.

A whistle fills the moist air.

A fire too late to be extinguished.

A flame too unwilling to be leashed.

An explosion rips through the surface.

Heated words spew forth.

Sweet nothings won’t curb the flames.

Apologies too late in coming.

Anger has reared its head.

Water won’t douse the fire.

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