—the fracture too small to fix and too deep to ignore
A hairline smile across the rim,
A warning soft, a whispered hymn.
You told yourself, It’s holding fine,
The fissure thin, the fault benign.
But every pour, each scalding fill,
Made silence hum, made patience still.
You felt the heat, you saw it creep,
The coffee bled, the wound ran deep.
You drank it fast, you held it tight,
A fragile faith in borrowed light.
And when it broke, it didn’t scream,
Just leaked like truth inside a dream.
You swept it up, you saved the base.
The handle still recalls your face.
📜 Ceramic Crack – The Recipe
Ingredients:
- 1 Worn Mug (hairline fracture, sentimental value)
- 1 Cup Hot Coffee (pressure in liquid form)
- Garnish: A slow leak that ruins the tablecloth
Instructions:
Brew your usual cup. Pour into the mug you refuse to replace. Ignore the drip down the side. Pretend loyalty is noble, not denial. Sip until it breaks. Blame no one.