[Image Description: Tag reading āI plan to use an espresso machine as a metaphor for repressed emotionā]
Writing Prompt: Write a paragraph explaining how precisely the fuck an espresso machine can be a metaphor for repressed emotion
I stumbled into the kitchen with heavy eyelids. They told me I need sleep. They donāt understand. They donāt understand what itās like to see his face everytime I close my eyes. I have to do it. Make it through the day. Maybe then I can feel okay, even just for a moment.
I turned on the espresso machine and the sounds echoed through the room sending a wave of pain through my already throbbing headache. I just wanted the pain to stop. All of it. I couldnāt face it.
āPlease just make it stopā












