Succumb to the Pressure

The pressure behind my ears is harder to ignore when it comes in the form of
fingers grazing free hair on my neck standing up and feeling,
feeding on the electric deception floating,
milling just underneath,
shallow,
almost t r a n s l u c e n t.
A bottle of Diablo, blood red core, &
waiting... waiti n g... w a i t i n g...

for the cork to succumb to the pressure.

Hurt & wine find a way to make you sick. Maybe if you vomit enough, the pain will purge too. Tears explode & release outside your body,

but

if you squint, you'll never let her see you

cry.