A knife swings from delicate hands.
Her mind drifts while she cuts. A string of hearses passing by.
She’ll take the chance. Another Lemon and a firm hand grasps her from behind.
"Martha." He coos. "Your face...seems all too sweet to me."
It hurts. "It's Bittersweet."
He’s another lemon.
This is my entry for @jayna's #fiftyword challenge. The theme for this week was lemon
