Her eyes always glistened in the moonlight,
then again,
so does dog shit.

Uncorked

My thought were racing like the cars around,
a torrent of terrors though it made not a sound.

Surrounded by traffic but alone in the rush
every memory, emotion, each scar and each blush.

I sat in exile of leather and steel
unsure of myself and how I should feel.

Then in a moment born without thought,
I bubbled and burst like a pistol just shot.

I let out a yell
more, really, a yelp:
a sorry expression of the way that I felt.

and then like a bolt they scorched and they singed
an electric compulsion of screams that I binged.

They built ever louder as it came pouring out
each burden was dropped with each louder shout.

Till finally I yelled with all of my fight
like a warrior wailing with all of his might!

and when it was done
I felt empty inside.
It had all been released,
 never longer to hide.

I was free from the fear,  the sorrow, and shame

like a gray swollen cloud finally free to drop rain.

And as the cracked, broken pavement slowly got wetter

I discovered, above all, that I finally felt better.