Corked

What was I to do with these effervescent bubbles? Each a bursting tickle release adding pressure to all that I had corked. Encapsulated myself in pharma to no avail. Nothing squashed its resilient desire to erupt.

Battered corked barrier finally gives to the screw. With each turn, fragments break apart falling into collision with the bubbles below. Chain reaction ignites as the twist and fizz work in unison, expanse of foam rushes toward the opening hole.

Final tug of thought, passage free to all that demanded a pass. The ever loyal bridge troll washed away in waved questions and torched pickets. Tower of rush arching its dive into the current reality, splashing against the floor below.

The last of its inertia spent, the flood empties into flattened silence. The end of the scene leaving only me to drown on my knees in its 3 inch puddles.

inspired by the prompt “corked” at typetrigger.com

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One thought on “Corked”

  1. This is definitely poetry. Such great lines ‘Battered corked barrier”, “fragments break apart falling into collision with the bubbles below.” and more! Excellent!

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