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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