Burnt Merlot

WARNING: THIS POST CONTAINS POETRY AND IT MAY CONTAIN ANGST (I warned you) MERLOT Scrubbing the stain of last night’s spilt wine, Foaming suds bristling and popping, Unable to erase the burnt Merlot Seeped deep into the fabric. Such a simple mistake, The wobbling of a glass when Our parting fingers brushed Against its stem. … More Burnt Merlot