Citrusy

By K.B. Silver

Copyright ©2025

I know my transformation

Has already begun

I maybe the Same fruity being

The rind has simply 

Been zested off

I felt I was long past my date

On the verge of dessication

Instead your fingers 

dig in and

My juice 

starts to run

Pounding the pulp constructing my segments 

pressed against my papery walls

Tenderly split

peeling each semi-opaque sheet

Removing slippery oblong seeds

Observing every wedge of my being

RefreshmentTaste each 

exhilarating droplet 

Pick me apart 

to discern the 

palpable flavor Swirling inside theElongated ampule 

Sucking it 

between your lips Gently exhaling My bright fresh scent 

Hungrily devouring 

Every bit, even the pith

I'm just a fragrant

Pile of potpourri 

Left lying on the floor

About K.B. Silver:

K.B. Silver uses the art of writing to support a healing journey, regain memories of a painful past, and move on to a healthier and happier future. They are a disabled member of the California LGBTQ+ community and are striving to write from a place of acceptance and love.