My memories of you
are bittersweet now,
like the punch
of green apples hitting
the back of my tongue.
I gnash my teeth
against their bite
and tear them open
until the sweet syrup of you
drips down my throat,
and I swallow
what used to be us.

© Nicole Lyons 2016

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