after a difficult day,
you feel like
a bottle of soda.
Shaken to your core with things left unsaid, undone, unknown
Trying not to seethe too much but pressure is building like a pagoda.
and you’re fizzing at the rim because you are carbon dioxide in the torrid zone
You let more effervescence through but the traces seem to miss their view.
Dissolved liquids of common ground leave no room for those outbound
with different minds, approaches and appearances
So you remedy the spill by closing the lid, thinking you’re doing yourself a favor
but you can feel yourself receding, vapours bleeding, losing your distinct flavor.
Let it out? Keep it in?
shake shake. fizz fizz.