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fruit salad

honey laced around my neck and pooling in my collarbones, raspberry lips sucking on strawberry vines and grapefruit eerily too sweet.
blueberry eyes dipped mixed with dark chocolate for a slight hint of bitterness and an apple on the chopping board.
he kept holding onto it, digging his fingers in and leaving light bruises in pale flesh, just enough to show he's been there, just enough to leave a mark.
then he chopped it, apple cheeks laying on the counter pulled apart with strawberry vines laying not too far behind, small cubes and thin strips peeling off the skin to reveal the sweetness and he mixed them with the raspberries, grapefruit juice helps, i heard it helps them not oxidise.
my hands were wrapped around the honey tube, bringing out the sweetness, careful not to squeeze too hard - just enough.
it was a perfect day to eat fruit salad.