It burns,
the painful sensation of nerves and senses alight,
the eruption of flames licking against my nose and eyes
feeling my face about to explode, and then the respite and salvation that follows
I rest panting and wincing
no scars befall my flesh as the burning and hot sensations leave me
I think to myself
think of what went wrong,
think of my mistake,
I open my mouth to speak
God damn it all that was too much mustard!
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