The Froth and the Fury
–Espresso Yourself —loud, fast, and full of regret You said too much, too soon, too loud,The kind of bold that breaks a…
The Froth and the Fury
–The Grind —where purpose goes to die Wake. Pour. Stir. Repeat.You call it passion, but it’s deceit.The calendar bleeds, the inbox grows,You’re…
The Froth and the Fury
–Vanilla Trauma —comfort with consequences It smelled like childhood, soft and clean,Like baked consent and dopamine.A frothy hug, a cotton lie,Served warm…
The Froth and the Fury
–Drip Feed —a slow transfusion of dread Drop by drop, the rhythm ticks,Each one a bruise, a little fix.You wait, you pour,…
The Froth and the Fury
–Affogato Syndrome —where indulgence melts into something far more A scoop of joy, then scalding night,The pour began, too fast, too bright.It…
The Froth and the Fury
–Morning Trap – By Geox —when caffeine is codependency in a cup You told yourself you’d take it slow,But dawn was wired,…
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