Peppermint

It tastes like peppermint.

It looks like it too.

The scent of it burns your nose and makes you eyes water but you can't help but get addicted.

The thing that calms you when you're afraid or upset or alone.

The taste burns your throat as it goes down, blinding your teeth and scorching your neck.

The cold makes it colder and burn a bit but it's that burn that makes it okay.

The way the red melts into the white

And they look as one

Like how they're meant to be

Even if everyone else hates it.

It's an acquired taste.

Many hate it.

Many despise it.

But you love it.

The soothing scent and feel and taste.

How the red runs over the white

Never bothering it

Almost as if it's coming back home.

So.

It tastes like peppermint.

And when the world can't accept it anymore,

Perhaps the mints turn into gums and canes and bites.

Maybe they get stronger and slowly start to burn more.

But even then, it's what keeps you alive.