- He’d never cared much for strawberries,
but that summer her lips were so stained
with the juices that they were all he tasted
And he’d never had a favourite fruit,
but two years later, a new girl is sat in front of him, laughing at his jokes. “If you could only eat one thing for the rest of your life,
what would it be?” She asks playfully
And he remembers how her
hands traced the veins in his neck
and made their way across his chest.
He remembers her soft breathing
and limbs draped across his shoulders
“Strawberries” He tells her.
“I could live a life on nothing but strawberries” -
•Sue Zhao // Excerpt from a book I’ll never write•