Where did my vegetables go?
Once so crunchy, fragrant, and colorful. In its place, liquid.
The liquid heavens of coffee- that help me avoid murder?
I think not.
Bubbling and gurgling , yet it does not excite me.
Neither: a solid food or a beverage.
It is a missed opportunity.
Like the friend-zone, you are neither a friend or a significant other. I do not LOVE you.
Soup: The stretch-marks invading my body. Soup: my anxiety before a presentation. Soup: A waste of energy.
Soup, tu es pas pour moi!