The reddish blotchy oil almost lava like
Home made crushed chilis in oil and rum
How could such a thing heal me inside
cure my tensions and seal my wounds
Chase away my demons
make my mouthwater
heat and flavor make me thankful
Bouncing spice flying over the tongue
The hot mash washes over my aging brain
A strange confluence of relief and appetite
Everything that was bland suddenly forms wicks alight, and flavor
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