Salsa

You wake up at 3 am, longing for a snack to quench your hunger.

Wandering to the kitchen, wanting to wake.

Coffee won’t do, so what will?

The refrigerator light fills the dark kitchen.

A red jar.

You ponder for a second.

“Ah yes, this’ll do.”

You grab the red jar, and tortilla chips off the counter.

Back into the comfort of fluffy bedsheets and blue light from the tv.

You grab a chip.

You can feel the tiny grains of salt.

You scoop up some of the red dip from the, now open, jar.

When you hold the chip to your mouth, the spicy scent burns your nose.

When you eat the chip, you hear a muffled yet loud crunch.

When you chew the chip, it burns so much it feels like nothing will be able to soothe it.

When you swallow the chip, your vision goes blurry with tears.

When you drink water, the sensation fades away.

You hold another salty chip, with its grainy feel, and scoop up the red mix.

You crave it.

You know the pain, yet you hunger for it.

You wish to eat salsa.