A student again

The pot sits on the shove, the flames likcking it’s bottom.

It blackens up and heats and stews

Arguments are not forgotten.

As the day heats, so too the pot.

Injustices are percieved.

You said hello, or so you thought, “How’s your day?” as well

But heard was “You’re a rotter, you’re a tosser.”

The simmering reaches boiling point

Chaos erupts, the pot explodes

Contents flying indiscriminately

Until empty once more, flat, drained.

The simmering stew, a student again.

via Daily Prompt: Simmer

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