Poetry by Luis Cuauhtemoc Berriozabal

A Lemon So Bitter

I tasted a lemon so bitter

my teeth fell out

and my gums bled.

/

The lemon juice was red

and dripped from

my mouth to my chin.

/

It dripped down to my throat

and into my clothes.

In the mirror

/

I saw myself soaked in blood.

The bitter lemon
I held in my hand had red seeds.

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