—a dark, scalding espresso brewed not for energy, but for vengeance
You pulled it short, you pulled it mean,
A liquid spite, obsidian sheen.
It hissed, it spit, it fought the cup,
A bitterness that bubbled up.
You didn’t stir, you didn’t mend,
You brewed to start, not to defend.
The crema thin, the taste unkind,
A sip that scorched and cleared your mind.
No sugar dulled, no milk disguised,
Just anger boiled, then pressurized.
You drained it hot, you felt it sear.
The petty triumph of the year.
It burned, it bit, it made you grin.
Revenge tastes better going in.
📜 Shot of Spite – The Recipe
Ingredients:
- 1 oz Espresso (pulled tight, dark, vindictive)
- Pinch of Salt (optional; the tear in liquid form)
- Garnish: None; malice is minimalist
Instructions:
Pull espresso into the smallest cup you own. Add nothing. Not milk, not sugar, not remorse. Drink in one go. Smile through the burn. Let the bitterness do the talking for you.