I see Anger

At a coffee shop.

He is yelling

At the cashier,

His face

Red.

Now he throws his coffee across the room.

It is burning Sadness’s laptop, the smell resembles burnt rubber.

Some coffee flows over to me, and I feel it burn my foot.

I step outside and still hear Anger yelling.

As I walk away, Satisfaction picks the remnants of the boiling drink up and tries to drink it.

I hear her say that it tastes

Good enough.

I choose another coffee shop to go to.