—a slow-burn possession disguised as morning routine
It started simple. One small cup.
A way to shake the silence up.
You sipped at dawn, the world still gray,
your breath a ghost that slipped away.
The mug was plain. The taste was fine.
The day moved on. The fault was time.
But soon, it pulled you from your bed,
a voice without a voice, it said:
“Just one more cup. The rest can wait.”
You brewed at three. You brewed at eight.
You brewed until the spoons grew bent.
You brewed to fill the increment.
The mirror blurred. Your nails grew thin.
You stirred your name, but not within.
And when your voice began to split,
you laughed like someone else a bit.
You thought you drank to stay alive.
You didn’t notice when it thrived.
📜 The Daily Brew – The Recipe
Ingredients:
- 2 tbsp Medium Roast (never decaf)
- 9 oz Tap Water (filtered through routine)
- 1 splash Milk of Oblivion (unlabeled carton, fridge back row)
Instructions:
Grind mechanically, pour reflexively. Do not question the third cup or the fifth. Drink while checking a screen you don’t remember opening. When you reach for the handle and it reaches back, smile. That means it’s working.