Baskadia

Tea, hot or cold, like a woman's wrath will flush through

A woman's wrath is a cartel mystery

A blend of gravel and wool

So cold it burns bridges

So hot it freezes passion

A woman's wrath is tea

An overwhelmed waitress serves the whole place, some passerbys even partaking, but the one who's order it is, just behind her, waiting and weary of being served

I have been undone in needing calm and warmth

I swore never again, deciding to find by myself

But By the river you find them sweet and saucy

Beneath the snow you find them sharp and soothing