—a mind-horror cup, brewed not in kitchens or cafés, but in the skull itself
It starts behind the temples tight,
a throb of light, then sound, then bite.
A whir, a hiss, a phantom pour,
you taste the brew before the floor.
The cup appears, familiar, clean,
the smell is yours. The rest? Unseen.
You sip. The static sharpens fast.
A sister’s voice. A father’s laugh.
The tablecloth from ’92.
A song. A scar. A burnt tattoo.
And just beneath, not quite in frame,
a face you swore you never named.
Each drip retrieves a buried scene,
each swallow pulls from underneath.
You see too much. You miss too little.
The flavor’s sharp. The edge is brittle.
And when the memory overflows,
your mouth still drinks. Your hand still knows.
📜 Neural Drip – The Recipe
Ingredients:
- 1 vial Cold Brew Concentrate (distilled from REM-state dreams)
- 3 oz Cortical Fluid (synthetic, unless harvested)
- Dash of Regret (ground fine)
- Administered via neural line, or ceramic demitasse
Instructions:
Plug in. Close your eyes. Begin slow infusion through thought or throat. When the memories surface, do not flinch. When the forgotten speaks, do not answer. Finish only when your childhood asks you to stop.