Static before the hurricane hits
Wrist shaking
Movement rushes through the container
The buzz of the aluminum,
a soft vibrato builds into a violent tremor
Rattling,
Shards of light refract off the metal
Ricocheting in every direction
With each rapid flick
pressure builds
Forcing it’s release
Expanding,
carbonating,
dominating
With frantic urgency
It must escape
Pushing against the aluminum
Everything feels too tight for air
The inability to breathe
Uncontrollable,
uncontainable
Resistance
Metal on metal
A crisp crack when, against it’s instinct,
it gives
Erupting
Exhaling
The tension in my lungs remains
Reaching out
A grasp for air it can’t contain
Everything stuck in slow motion
No concept of time
A free fall with no clearing in sight
Until it all fizzles out
After what feels like an eternity
Bowie
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