Necessity is more bitter than even blood.
Like blood, it seeps onto your tongue
and you wince from the emptiness of the thing
unlike blood, there is no satisfaction
there are no cries, good or ill
and you are left with just the taste
the taste
the taste of blood
on your bitter tongue.
When the tears start, there is nothing for it
you cradle your struck heart and stare at the moon
and hope the rain will wash the dirt from your face
so you can shine again.
Necessity.....
hurts.
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