Blood doesn’t really taste like you imagine it would. It’s red, sure. But it doesn’t taste red.
It’s not sweet like the syrup mom gives you two teaspoons of, to help ease the cough you get sick with after paying no heed to her constant warnings against sleeping with the air-conditioner on with your hair still damp as you felt too lazy to sit by the vanity and use a hair dryer for ten minutes.
It’s not tart like the tomato juice you sometimes swoop out of the mixer and taste a spoonful of, while helping mom cook for your father when he’s about be back from work any moment, and would give her an earful if she takes too long in serving his lunch.
It’s not luscious like the cheapest port wine your friends smuggle into school and strong-arm you into taking a swig of during recess. Or maybe it is. You would’ve known for sure if you’d have taken up their offer.
What you do know for sure is that it tastes cold. Metallic. Which is strange because you’ve been nothing but hot-blooded all throughout your teens; getting into fights with your sister for petty reasons, getting annoyed by everything and everyone. That last bit still hasn’t changed that much, just that now you know how to disguise it behind a veil of likeability. People change, the places you call home change, blood tastes the same.
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