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senses
November 18, 2017
crafting something in the kitchen I am drawn to a certain spice
I long to twist open the cap
and indulge into the heat
it wants to reach out and warm my tongue
it smells so sweet, but I know once I take a small taste it will linger
since you left, my tongue has felt no spice
I have felt no warmth
but the memory remains
your taste makes me want to pour this entire canister onto my eager tongue
I tasted you third degree
and have never wanted to heal my wounds
I would sift through the ashes of us just to taste another ember
© Katherine A., San Antonio, TX
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This was an activity we did in my creative writing class where we tasted, smelled, heard, and felt different types of food. One of the items we dealt with was a flamin mike n ike. This is what my senses brought me back to.