Watermelon Smile

You smile a big, wide, watermelon smile;
a smile of blushing pink-red and mint leaves and grass and
the darkest evening.
As teeth bite into your smile, a sweet rose-tinted water dribbles
and onto your clothes and your chin and your cheeks and
the floor.
The blushing compresses like a foam cup,
satisfaction in each bite.
Soon, your watermelon smile is gone, and you are left with a
almost-grimace that
tastes like envy.

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