Sweet at first, then it bites back.

Funny how the softest things always seem to have something

sharp hiding underneath.

Juice running down my fingers, nowhere to put it.

Maybe summer is just this — getting a little messy and not giving

a damn.

It’s almost too ripe, almost gone.

But that’s when everything tastes louder, right before sweetness

turns into something else.

I bit into something soft and suddenly thought of trouble.

Some flavours don’t remind you of anything. They make you want

something you can’t quite name.

The first bite felt innocent enough.

Then the sweetness got under my skin and suddenly I couldn’t tell

if I was tasting the fruit or remembering someone.