I shall pour out my feelings
The fermented smell suggests age
Stored in a cool place over time
Once poured into the glass
The brittle, long-stemmed composure
Is still unable to hold
The red-laced emotion
It's been held in cold storage
Yet it's warm
And seeps through the veins
Sinking into the very core
The roots, the passion
Previously locked away
Behind a swelling, rushing,
Beating red pride
The tide
The flood
Is too much
For one heart to take
"ANY MORE AND I'LL BURST!"
She shrieks to me
Yet I ignore her
As the deep red consumes me
My throat,
My stomach
My feet
And back up to my cheeks
I feel her beating hands against my chest
She's dying
She wants out
But I ignore her
The cataclysmic and silent
Beat
Clink
Beat
Drip
She's gone
I shed no tears for my lost one
I open my mouth
And find myself saying
"I want some more."