October 23, 2025
Some say fear tastes like metal. That coppery tang that creeps into your mouth when adrenaline hits, when your stomach tightens, and your body decides it’s time to fight or flee. Others say fear tastes like salt, the leftover sting of tears you don’t want anyone to see. Me? I think fear tastes like burnt toast. You know it’s coming, you smell it, you try to fix it, but by the time you do, it’s already too late.
The strange thing about fear is that everyone has their own recipe for it. For some, it’s bitter, like the coffee you drink before doing something brave. For others, it’s sour,like regret, or the words you wish you could unsay. And sometimes, fear tastes deceptively sweet. Like denial. Like comfort. Like staying exactly where you are because it’s safer than stepping into the unknown.
But here’s the twist: when you start describing fear, it becomes less abstract. Less powerful. Naming it, tasting it, turning it into something tangible—it’s how you start to digest it. You realize it’s not poison. It’s just… life seasoning.
So if fear had a taste, what would it taste like to you?
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So… if fear had a taste, what would it taste like?
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