The feast

The feast began

To start there was a lime
bitter in her mouth
leaving a tinge of cynicism and unreached goals
making her lips tight and thin like age
and her eyes water
No sweet love
only powdering drying parching ugly taste

Then there was a lemon
sour,
younger
Reminding her of those uncomfortable times and angry situations
where she held her tongue
It tingled her with excitement and with pain
It was those times that you love so much even though they hurt you
It left her face twisted, pained and tears streamed down her cheeks

Next she ate the clementine
sweet, sour, small
It burst juice into her mouth
shockingly and brightly sour like panic and surprize
It was youth
It was the waiting for news
It was the anxiety
It was the punching of her gut as the news was wretched from your lips
It hit her hard and soaked in leaving her astonished and proud

Finally she peeled the orange
Huge and juicy
Sweet as moonbeams
Gold as sunrays
Filling her mouth with happiness
brimming and dripping with syrup love
It was her greatest moments, her undeniable passion for him, her life beginning
Her heart exploded with orange flavour

The feast