Lilac Wine :: a warzone towards haiku

November 28, 2011

Salt, spice and soundwaves

Filed under: Text — Tags: — Lilac @ 4:30 pm

When I’ve not been hit in a while I savor the pain of common things. Salt ground into my lips while dining creates tiny abrasions. I transmute the sound of loud, abrasive songs into imaginary beatings; the bass becomes impact, the melody a thorn or barbed wire sliced across my skin, and a high pitch turns to the sharp pain of a piercing.

My first experience of masochism was eating the dark red chilies that flavor Chinese food. You’re not supposed to eat those! Aren’t they hot? my friends would exclaim.

But I like the hotness.


  1. This is funny. Some hours after I read your post, I was offered “really hot” food by a foreign colleague. Although I usually decline such offers, I was intrigued by your post and agreed – dismissing his warnings. In the end, he sat there sweating, while I was eating it more or less bored. Probably the disappointment about the rather subjective definition of unpleasent…

    Comment by Jemandanders — November 29, 2011 @ 3:57 pm

    • I’m glad this was an inspiration. :)
      Perhaps next time you can find spicier fare – Thai restaurants are my favorite for properly hot food.

      Comment by Lilac Wine — December 7, 2011 @ 3:13 pm

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