dear coffee,
the books surfaced to my eyes as the clock ticked in the background—summoning sleeping powder across the lengthened eyes. green slogans surrounded me as i reached for another useless cup. it’s effect had kicked in after the seventh sip, only now seven cups wasn’t enough. insanity drilled into my mind as my fingertips failed to flip another dusty page with tinted black edges.

“just a page more,” whispered the demonic pressure inside my mouth. “just another day more of hell.”
though it was just the beginning.

yours truly,
a potion that consumes the intelligence of