—the last-minute decision that hits harder than it should and lingers like a whisper you weren’t meant to hear
You weren’t supposed to order this.
The hour warned in shadows, hiss.
But still, you stood, you made the call,
A shot of fire before the fall.
The crema glowed, the taste was clean,
And laced with everything unseen.
It burned just right. It cut just deep.
A sip too loud to fall asleep.
You thought, “I’ll work,” you thought, “I’ll write”,
You spiraled gently through the night.
It wasn’t joy, it wasn’t need,
Just restlessness disguised as speed.
A kiss of milk, a hint of sin.
You knew it once. Then drank it in.
📜 Midnight Macchiato – The Recipe
Ingredients:
- 1½ oz Espresso (pulled like a final plea)
- 1 tsp Steamed Milk Foam (barely enough to look innocent)
- Optional: ¼ oz Amaro or dark liqueur (only if you’re trying to forget you ordered it)
- Garnish: None—this one doesn’t pretend
Instructions:
Pull espresso into a small, thick-walled cup. Add a teaspoon of milk foam, just a mark, like an afterthought. Optional: add amaro for that midnight unraveling effect. Serve under dim light, alone, with too many tabs open and no one to stop you.