Pungent purple perfume
assaults the senses.

Cool, smooth liquid
rolls onto the tongue.

Sharp acrid tang
flows across the palate
and slides down the oesophagus,
coating the inside of the throat
with dark crimson inebriation.

“Why,”
she puzzles,
“does anyone enjoy
drinking
rotten
grape juice?”

 

 

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Day Twenty-Seven:  Write a poem that explores your sense of taste!

 

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