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Double Fudge, Chocolate Chip Cookie Dough

I would like to swallow a lemon whole Its peel leaving traces of yellow on my lips and its juice still lingering on my tongue

Golden seeds would settle in my stomach–only to be awakened by the November sunlight, drawing my cheeks to the clouds

The warmth of the day makes me close my eyes and inhale a melting earth

The sun settles on my forehead, painting my face with a red blush

I stand there humbly, quietly almost like a tree

Looking expectantly at the skies, hoping I didn’t pick the wrong fruit

Lily Garcia, Golden Opium