Her coffee holds the world within it. It smells of wisdom and tastes of knowledge. Held in a cup of mystery, the colour of secrets. Warm like a motherly embrace, it is a gift. It is the most valuable of all gifts.
It is also poison. It smells of fear and tastes of madness. It holds the answers to all questions, it holds the keys to every door. It holds the very essence of life and death. Some try to take a sip to quench their thirst. Fools. It is uncontrollable, the deadliest of weapons. They fail to realise the truth.
Not all questions should be answered. Not every door should be opened. Not every coffee should be drunken.
