i want sour sour lemonade.
a sad kind of lemonade.
biting, burning, cool, cloying, mind numbing lemonade.
i can feel it in my mouth, tense.
and my tongue curls back into my throat in a dreading anticipation of the tart medicine.
but the reaction isn't because of a summer drink.
it's from a different kind of acid.
one that creeps up and pricks your eyes and makes them water.
that makes your throat tighten
cutting off all of the air surrounding you.
one that hits you in waves
stiffening your muscles,
and then tearing you apart at your hinges.
biting
and burning
and keeping you frozen in a moment.
refusing to let you go.
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