grapefruit sacrifice

cut in half in a ceramic bowl, the edge of the spoon carves out the meat from the middle, sawing at the membrane that encases the pulp. I make my round with the first half and squeeze the weathered peel until a small pool forms at the bottom of my bowl. I move on. the second half bathes in the remnants of its brother, performing the ritual once more. as I finish, I place my citrus carcasses next to the bowl on the tablecloth. I bring the basin to my lips and make a face at the taste, revisiting the six-year-old girl, who desperately wanted to like the flavor. 



15 years old

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