The taste is hot;
unbearable.
The type of spicy you can
no longer endure!
My nose is inhaling
thick air - Dirty. Moist.
My upper lip sweats.
"No more!"
"I've had enough."
"Please, stop!"
He would not cease the feeding.
The bitter, yet smooth, silver
spoon kept entering--
Usually soothing and cold
on the tongue.
It now burned; rug burn.
My lungs are on fire.
My stomach aches with
pleas of mercy.

None.
None.

No Mercy...