Writer’s Spotlight: Sarah Bhasin

“Sarah is a fourth-year Marketing and Communication major. When not contributing to The Lamron, she loves to dance, work out, perform unsolicited karaoke, watch horror films, and drink an abundance of coffee.”

Lemons 

By Sarah Bhasin 

TW: Attempted Skin Bleaching

Her adoration for women, 

Sweet like ripened peaches, 

Had an aftertaste of tart. 

Her mother, her friends,

The ones sculpted by letters,

The ones drawn by hand, 

Were the women she saw,

One 

by 

One;

Their beauty causing

A grin ear to ear,

Her smile showing nothing

But a bright lemon peel. 

It was tasty, addictive, and

The citrus of her admiration

Caused her teeth to rot. 

One

Where their hair laid flat, her’s rose. 

By 

Where their nose stood thin, her’s hooked.

One,

Where their limbs were bald, her’s sprouted

By

Where their skin paled, her’s bronzed, 

One. 

She’s not sure if her mom noticed, 

But she stole lemons from her fridge. 

She was supposed to add honey, 

Something to dilute the juice. 

But sweet honey is to protect,

And acidic lemon is to destroy. 

That’s what the burning soap

Told her face. Her Arms. Her legs.

As she discarded the lemons

One

By

One.