Sky-colored cotton candy, sugar dissolving to nothing in an instant.
Bright blue raspberry snow cone juice, dying your lips and tongue and teeth.
It doesn’t really taste that much like raspberry.
It’s its own flavor.
Blue also tastes like the shaved ice in that snow cone, crunchy and cold.
A sickly sweet alcoholic drink with a paper umbrella resting on the rim of the glass.
A glob of toothpaste, setting your mouth aflame
with arctic fresh sparkling mint flavor.
Blue tastes like nothing natural on this earth,
except for the pop of juicy blueberries between your molars, sweet and tart.