Well Cooked

An eruption is coming. It's been boiling, preparing, now any moment it will burst. Like a pressure cooker. Left on high for too long. Who knows who goes first. The ingredients for this exquisite meal: A few drops of jealous, two cups of hurt, a pinch of instigation and some salt so that it burns. All was good, all was fine, following the recipe on the line. But creativity made you wonder, will more hurt...? You start to ponder. So you risked it. It won't be to bad, what the heck, Two pinches instigation aught to do the trick. And you were happy with yourself weren't you? So you left me with your cooker and forgot to turn it off.