A Dash of Toxicity & A Pinch of Self-Hate.

Prompt: Choose three spices and write a poem that uses them for description.

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Red Chili Powder —

Burning.

Like the heat

I felt in my stomach,

As I watched,

From the sidelines

The screaming hate

You threw.

Cinnamon —

The sweet scent of

lies

You spoke,

As I sat

on your bed,

That late Thursday night.

Wishing that,

My body could become smaller

For your convenience.

Cloves —

The scent of a memory

As I tried to sleep.

Miles

away,

From me.

Next to you.

In the sweltering heat,

of that quiet Brooklyn street.