Danger (an acrostic poem)

Death, or at least ritualistic suicide, faced Cheryl

Ashton loved his spicy food, and Cheryl had said she would match him

Now she was looking at that pizza slice

Green islands of death floated on gooey cheese

Even the gasses escaping the weapon of taste bud destruction hurt her eyes

Reaching for the hot sauce, Ashton added a healthy dose, smiled, and took a bite