—the reheated shame that never quite tastes like what it was supposed to
It started rich, it started fine,
A mocha drawn with sugared line.
But time ran out, the work crept in,
The cup grew cold, the gloss grew thin.
You shoved it in, you pressed the beep,
A chocolate lie revived from sleep.
The foam collapsed, the milk turned flat,
A ghost of cocoa sat where it sat.
The taste was wrong, the heat uneven,
A drink condemned, a comfort thievin’.
You drank it down, you played the fool,
A microwaved return to cruel.
No sweet can hide, no cocoa mend.
A mocha nuked is not a friend.
📜 Microwave Mocha – The Recipe
Ingredients:
- 1 cup Leftover Mocha (forgotten, neglected, sad)
- Microwave Heat (the destroyer)
- Garnish: A bubbling rim of shame
Instructions:
Take a half-drained mocha, lukewarm and already dying. Place in microwave, press 0:45. Listen to the hum of defeat. Remove, stir, sip the scalded cocoa ghost. Serve with quiet regret.