Mercury flavoured bitterness boiled inside her head.
Pools of rage simmered in her twisted mind.
The right to be annoyed was hers, and only hers.
What buisness of his was it after all?

A harsh storm cloud enuglfed her room.
One which swelled and grew with each new slice of anger.
She tried to swallow each lethal dose without scorn.
But acid anger sizzled through each movement.

Who did he think he was to tell her what to do?
She'd run in from the wilderness, crashing into steel arms.
Steel arms which grew to be thorns.
But she was water, and everyone knew you could contain water.

Boiled blistering words she'd spit.
Filthy painful cysts of hatred would spear his face.
She knew he'd try to stop it.
Cover it all up with his innocent scars.

She bled the final sparks of soil onto the emptyness.
Later to be found by a stranger passing through the shelter.
The stranger ran with barefeet along broken glass trails.
He found the red door of the cause and dragged him back to her.
The fake loving devil gaped at his broken creation.
Running smooth fingers over burn scars across his face.
She had hated him.
His fault was lying dead in human form.
He'd pushed it all to far.
She was gone.