Often when faced with the spiciest dish
With extra spicy solid components
I sink my back teeth deep into these explosive fragments
As when I have an open wound
And I'm taking a shower
And I expose this opening
Directly to the flow of the hot water
Feeling the pain wash over me
Choosing it
Embracing the incoming waves
As at the dentist
When the grinding bloody toothflesh massacre
Is iron, flavors of the carnage
And I lay there
Appreciating the feeling of aliveness
Bringing on the waves
Of pain, of sensation
Unseen
Unseeable
Unsightly
Gross to discuss
Yet here we are
Chewing on the peppercorns
Sweating all over my shirt
Roman Ryan 