I Saw Red

My breath became shallow and rapid and my eyes watered and cried a river on account of you standing over the stove stirring hot spices frying in the wok. Sizzling hot spicy ones. Potent little seeds and atoms. Then you turned up the heat until it burned. Burning hot and spicy heat. Your bursting pods sprayed their shattered and stinging daggers and blurred my vision. I saw red. I was hot.