Spicy Hot Pepper from Pixabay

Jalapeno Hell

Greg Prince
2 min readJun 6, 2019


Peppers get even.

So hot. We sit and plot. The sun beats down on us without stop. I feel the rays with my family. We hang around waiting in silence yet screaming and waiting for our chance.

He’ll come around. He always checks on us late in the afternoon. A proud look and squeeze the best we can expect from him besides a little water.

Demanding creatures killing my kin. Our plan will hatch soon and he will see. The eye-opening moment will be a sweet suicide of vengeance and long deserved payback.

From the inside. He thinks he’s in charge but we’ll change the course of lives.

Ah, he’s coming.

We have transformed and mutated. Our giving star yields its energy. Chlorophyll is our chemistry and magic. Our potion to disguise and altar at our discretion.

Now he picks us. Tearing us from our mother. Ripping us from our beloved branches. Goodbye leaves, precious cousins.

They’ve given us a name though we despise the label.

“Look at these jalapenos. They’re huge!”

“Wow, everybody at book club is going to go crazy over these delicious hot peppers Tom.”

“Tonight will be Nacho Night with Judy and Tom. They’ll love the sweet heat these jalapenos will bring to compliment the extra…



Greg Prince

Bringing real feelings along with messages of inspiration and imagination to life. Awakening is the symptom of my infectious condition. Poetry is my condition.