Lime
Green, firm skin
Shielded by a sourness
Only a bruised tongue can understand
She cuts it in two
The larger half in her hand
As she squeezes the life out of it
It pours, it drips
Into a glass with sugar and water
Swirling in a mild sweetness
She takes a sip
Her face scrunching
And devours it till it’s gone
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