Hot Pepper.

About a person who has an allergic reaction to hot peppers I guess.

I am kidnapped, and forced to eat.
A hot pepper full of heat.

Duct taped to a chair.
Though I don't even care.
The pepper is the reason screams fill the air.

Like sharp scissors stabbing my tongue
I cough so much it hurts my lung.

Too hot to handle.
It feels like my mouths has been lit by a candle.

It hurts my mouth, it hurts my eye.
Am I about to die?

I need milk! I say.
But he replies: not today.

Finally the police arrive.
But by now I'm barely alive.

I return home.
To my house in Rome.

I wont eat a pepper again.
Until the year three thousand ten