boiling water

At some point, when she was young, it was probably acceptable to just scream and flail wildly at anyone that annoyed her. She can’t remember that time, but she assumes it must’ve been the case. Then she grew old and strong enough that barely justified violence was no longer an acceptable answer, and instead she learned words that she could use for the same purpose. Of course, as people learn and grow, so did she, and she learned not only more words but how to make words hurt, how to find the places that even the most benign of phrases would haunt the recipient long after she left. But dulling such a blade, such that it can be used in anything less than the most extreme cases, is not easily done.

And so, she had no more way to vent the smaller frustrations, even as they piled onto each other, accumulating to push a limit that she never before stressed. The pot just keeps on boiling, the lid barely staying in place, with no solution in sight. I mean, I assume she could just throw it at someone, but I'm still young. 

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