What A Smoothie

 

What a smoothie it was.
I could see its royal blueberry purple.
With the texture of sludge it was an intoxicating taboo,
This nectar of fruit and soy milk.

I could feel in my mouth
The little separated and submerged
Slivers of pineapple like aquasubs swimming agilely,
Missing the falling grenades of blueberry seeds.

Knowing that the shredding shelves of banana
Were merging with the greenacious avocado.
And where was all that chocolate powder?
Gone in the blueberry brew.

What a smoothie it was.

 

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