“Scoville”

Poem by AnnaSofia Abelgas (11).

The lips that burn.

Each bite 

creates another 

sensation of unbearing pain.

Sweat dripping down

the forehead

Bead.

By.

Bead.

The tip of the tongue

searches for relief

but is only met

with another searing wave

of suffering. 

As the restraints 

come off

I crave for more–

It’s not enough.

Nothing will ever be enough.

Lips swollen,

warm pillows

of flesh,

all from one bite.

Liquid scorching hot.

Receptors no longer. 

Taste buds that once were

now gone numb.

It’s almost masochistic.

The yearning for

Agony.

Torment.

Pain.

And yet,

I still come back for more.