Chilled to her bones, she tried to finish her typing, listening to the percussive clatter of the keys
Only the chattering wasn’t just the keyboard, but her teeth beat a duet with her fingers
Leaving her to wonder if the furnace was ever going to kick in
Didn’t remember she had placed a hold on it so no heat came for a long time
Chucking the little black nuggets onto the embers of the fire and soon they burst into flame
Outputting more heat to warm up the chilly cabin
And to think people called him a dinosaur when he burnt his favorite fuel
Look, he was just freeing his spiritual ancestors’ souls in exchange for warmth
Crayola’s yellow box made his eyes go wide.
Realizing all one hundred twenty colors inside were his to work with.
And that thought had him wondering what he should color first.
Yukon forests? Dragons breathing fire on a horde of gold? Something from the Matrix?
Of course, he could let his imagination run wild and do something totally out of the box.
Next moment he was using a heat gun to make a three-dimensional sunset!
Cup of her liquid wakeup was held close to her nose
Olfactory sensors lit up her brain with anticipation
Followed with her stomach preparing for the scalding acidic onslaught
Fluid of the darkest black splashed and sloshed along her tongue
Everything in her mouth screamed as the heat seared her taste buds
Except she considered that her wakeup alarm symphony. The day could now begin.
Pushing her body to breaking never helped anyone
Unless you were talking about her guilt
Now she was here and wondered if this time she had gone too far
It seemed to make sense in the heat of the moment
So now hanging on this rockface fifty feet up and her strength giving out, she wondered
How did eating a single extra Oreo do this to her?
Wanting to feel the heat of her breath
As she whispers in my ear
Raising goosebumps on my arms… You know what?
Maybe I’ll finish this poem later
Crunching on this piece of Nashville hot fried chicken
Relishing in the heat and texture dancing in my mouth
It is a spiritual experience to be sure
So much noise and so much spice
Perhaps I should have gotten that milkshake after all
Yeppers, as my mouth begins to erupt, yes, I should have
Hot air blasted the buildings in its path into kindling
Everything yielded to the unstoppable force
And the boom followed like a youthful puppy
Too bad no one was left alive to witness the event
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She turned up the heat in the chili, drop by evil-looking drop of ghost pepper essence
Perspiration beaded along his forehead and dribbled into his eyes at first bite
It gave his body an illusion of cooling, but the heat just kept climbing
Couldn’t believe there was a time before the all-consuming fiery pain
Eventually, his mouth recovered, but he knew round two was coming
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There were three sides to this story
Reaching across time and space
I took control of the situation
As I fought various fantastical creatures
Navigating places of extreme cold and heat
Gaining great weapons and armors while cooking yummy food
Leading me to the ultimate battle of good and evil
Eventually, the triforce will be mine!
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Abdi Mohammed
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