—a scorched sip that tastes like endings you can’t take back
The roast was dark, too dark to save,
A bitter smoke, a shallow grave.
It cracked your tongue, it scarred your throat,
A sip that carried ash and gloat.
You smelled the fire, you knew the sin,
But brewed it still, and drank it in.
The bridges gone, the beans were char,
Both blackened past the line by far.
You said it bold, you swore it true,
But every burn came back to you.
The cup was hot, the aftertaste.
A trail of loss you can’t erase.
What fire takes, it will not give.
The scorched can’t help you learn to live.
📜 Burnt Beans, Burnt Bridges – The Recipe
Ingredients:
- 2 oz Over-Roasted Espresso (the taste of endings)
- 4 oz Hot Water (to spread the damage)
- Garnish: None—scars don’t decorate
Instructions:
Pull espresso with beans roasted past redemption. Dilute with hot water to make it harsher, not kinder. Serve black, acrid, unsweetened. Sip while remembering the last fight, the last flame, the last word.