The taste of despair.

Blood.

Metallic and bitter.

Desperately reaching out for something you can never have.

It stings with the cold slash of a knife. Yet burns with the searing heat of a flame.

You clench your teeth and bite your tongue, knowing even if you scream out it won’t help.

All you will taste is the bitterness of hot blood, created by futile attempts of reaching something never to be gained.