First, a tentative gulp.
Uh oh, too hot, too hot!
But now, you’re committed.
Swallow quickly,
Bravely squinting your watery eyes.
Your skin turns pink.
Your esophagus ignites,
Contracting with the epitome
Of esophageal virility.
Alas, your sternum can’t protect
your chest from the descending
singe.
Your throat’s final contraction
is bitter, rigid.
“You conquered,” it says weakly,
Like a soldier slain in battle.
For the next 7 days,
Your victory
Will be at the tip of your tongue.
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