Everything kept underneath the cork, the bubbles that lie beneath the surface unknown to anything or anyone outside the glass. The kinetic energy, burning and building inside, just waiting to be released with the removal of that tiny, wooden plug that holds everything back. And the one day it happens -- nothing is ever the same.
POP!
Everything spills over, liquid [and actions and thoughts] once repressed from that single cork come flooding out. Over the bottle's edge and down the sides of that green glass which once contained secrets. The secrets are no longer, everyone can see. It's all out.
Shit! Try and put it back as you might, but now look, you've already made a mess. The floor is wet and sticky, and will stain if you don't clean it up! So, hurry! Quick, get a towel! Wipe it up like it never happened. Maybe after we clean up, we can celebrate like we intended.
Pour yourself a glass, you deserve it, don't you?
I know you didn't mean to spill, it's alright. Just let me help next time...
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