The Blueberry Murderer

it rolled down the side,
all blue and luscious,
tempting me.

self-indulgently,
i pressed the little sucker with my spoon
against the bottom of the bowl;

there was a popping noise
and its chunky, dark pink guts
splashed all over the white porcelain.

the demise was nacreous.

its body now squashed and hollowed,
bleeding down my spoon,
oozing with sweet smell.

it died before it got to
my mouth,

oh well...