they say when life gives you lemons, make lemonade. but you can't make lemonade without tools. so She tried to do what She could. She bit the skin off, tried to squeeze with Her hands, acid trickling down Her skin, burning it in its path. the pain seared Her to the point where it became unbearable. She paused for a moment, in the pain and in the fresh stings on Her mouth and arms, took the torn up flesh of the fruit and ate it. with that same burning, acid, acrid liquid traveled within Her, She smiled. that pain was no longer relevant when She decided to eat it.
Technique: digital painting. Size: 1668 x 2388 px Type: image/jpeg Date: 17/11/2021