Coffee tastes like guilt

but it’s so hot, it melts

away the layers of belief

until I see them standing naked, fraudulent and faking, lying through ugly teeth and laughing.

Coffee thick as silt

been sitting.

Cooled off, ears ringing, short nap, been waiting to understand so long that it’s twice as strong in half the dose.

Coffee tastes like guilt and stings the tongue of the liar who professed to be able to afford it and not to need it, even decaf leaves something filled.

And I wonder if I really love it or if I just want to consume, I wonder if I really love at all or if I just want to consume and I wonder if my thoughts look dark to you

dark as coffee

thick as silt.