Chili

Chili

 travels through the air

I follow it and walk to you

The screeching of your music

Shakes the room

 

You smash and cut

Adding more to the boiling pot

I watch in silence

Too afraid to talk

 

The music grows louder, the bass drops

And you begin to sing

Your wailing punctures my ears

I let out a small laugh

 

You turn to see me

Your face reddens, your smile fades

You turn and forget

And begin to cook again

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