—the glass that chills your hand but boils your pulse

The cubes were big, the drink was black,
You told yourself you’d take it back.
But halfway through, your hands betrayed,
The tremor small, the fear well-laid.
It cooled your skin, it iced your tongue,
But inside burned, the nerves still strung.

Each sip was sharp, each clink a bell,
A signal from your private hell.
The drink was calm, the body loud,
A storm beneath a glass so proud.
You finished fast, then laughed too hard.
The panic stayed, your guard unbarred.

It wasn’t thirst. It wasn’t heat.
It was your heart that skipped the beat.


📜 Cold Sweat Brew – The Recipe

Ingredients:

Instructions:
Fill a tall glass with ice. Pour cold brew over. Float a fresh espresso shot on top and watch it bleed downward like a warning. Stir once, too quickly. Serve while trembling.