My Jar Is Rotting Nicely, Thanks for Asking

My Jar Is Rotting Nicely, Thanks for Asking.

By Darklady

DarkWitchery.com

So there I was—peacefully minding my business, stirring a jar of vinegar laced with grave dirt and malicious intent—when it hit me:

This is better than therapy.

Forget journaling. Forget healing circles. I’ve got rust, rot, and something that smells like a haunted salad dressing. Every time I shake that jar, it’s like I’m rattling the bones of my own patience.

And yes, there’s a rusty screw in there. Why?

Because nothing says “screw you” like a literal screw. Lol

I even tossed in some mugwort for the ghosts and mullein to choke out whatever’s left of their luck.

Is it pretty? No.

Is it working? Let’s just say someone’s been having a very bad week, and it ain’t me.

The best part?

When people ask me what I’m making in my witchy greenhouse, I just smile sweetly and say,

“Oh, a vinegar infusion.”

Because nothing gets the neighbors to stop asking questions faster than dead plants in a jar and a wild-eyed woman whispering Latin to it.

Anyway, if you’re looking for a way to ruin someone’s week with household ingredients and a grudge—you know where to find me.

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We stir vengeance with a spoon.