She’s like a minefield

Or maybe she’s actually a bottle

A corked bottle of champagne

Maybe she’s like a

slain animal

With a ruptured bile duct

Bile seeping through the entire flesh

Which should have been edible

Maybe you should run

Before she explodes

Maybe you should carefully uncork the bottle

To see the fizzy gold inside

Maybe you shouldn’t mind the bitterness

Note, if you do not uncork carefully,

The cork, tightly suppressing all her thoughts

Would pop on your face,

Injuring your eyes, maybe…

And the bubbles and foam of suppressed anger and pain

Would begin to gush out.

Can you handle it?

Would you stand the flow?

Attentive enough to hear them all

Note again,

A minefield has the tendency of being triggered

With the unwelcome presence of a stranger

Popping and crackling

Like firecrackers

Burning your body,

Injuring your soul

With scars that may remain

Hurting forever with an inexplicable pain

With every beautiful girl, you see

That interests you

It would be nice to know all these

She may not resist you

Because she does not like you

She may just be afraid of the pops and crackers