An acronym flavored latte

The first time she tried a bit of that pumpkin spice latte

she thought-

“oh what a time

it was to be

alive.”

It reminded her of a time when she realized she had an obsessive tendency to be nice.

As the latte trickled down

the everlasting line-

a monsoon of obsessions

approaches.

panicked with the sole purpose of

remembering

she was a

living-breathing-being

who had the

useless privilege of possessing

the acronym OCD.

The spice gets bitter

she remembers that

lattes remind her of

her iced cold brain

that seems to foam over like

a tasteful latte

only this time it’s too late for sanity.

when she forgets she has a horrible tendency to

breakout with-

repetitive thoughts that are soon to be-

followed by invasive and

overwhelming tendencies

sending her through

the brokennesses of a

disorder-

Her latte melts

As she realizes

a cloud foams over

followed by an ecstasy of

oxygen deprivation

she can hardly breathe.

She washes away

her hands that soon turn into

scratched glass-

a psychological burnout.

She looks around

Here comes an

Intrusive

conundrum of

thoughts.

it feels bombarded.

She then remembers.

a remedy to peculiar

tendencies

“Coffee shops

& lattes are made for the broken hearted-

the ones who suffer with an

an amazing companionship

of

pumpkin spice

and just a dash of

OCD and kindness.”