Lemony snippets

When a carefree stream of citric waterfall flows guiltless, ambling about on working digits, hitting all the tiny hacks and indents; nerves go on a hyper drive, billowing pangs of red pain and searing burn in shooting twitches of prickly anguish—its only when I'm viciously squeezing lemons that my senses acknowledge, rather painfully, the various nicks and cuts, wear and tear that my fingers have received.