French Pressed

—elegant anxiety, served hot

So smooth, so slow, so curated tight,
A ritual dressed in morning light.
The glass was warm, the grounds were steeped,
But under calm, the tension creeped.
You pressed it down with perfect grace,
A trembling hand, a practiced face.

You told yourself this cup was art,
But beauty can’t resuscitate heart.
Each sip was bold, composed, refined,
A flavor steeped in what’s maligned.
No hiss, no foam, no shallow cheer,
Just silence brewed with filtered fear.

You drank it all, because you must.
The calm was brewed, but brewed from dust.


📜 French Pressed – The Recipe

Ingredients:

Instructions:
Bloom coffee in press with a bit of water. Stir gently.
Add the rest of the water. Steep in silence for four full minutes.
Press down slowly, like you’re trying not to scream.
Pour into a thick mug. Sip like you’ve made peace. Lie.