Fine Mess

You spilled wine all over my brand new dress!

Now I know why I am such a mess.
Head swirling with thoughts of anger.

Mind tingling with anticipation to let you know how I feel.
The thrill is over the fire is out the water wasted. Let's go on to
the next show where I scream and shout at the top of my lungs.

You ruined my pretty little dress , so shiny and new.
You ruined my pretty little dress so now  I have to ruin you.


  1. I'll certainly keep out of your way then...that is until you have ruined him. How I wish I knew what you were going to do.

    Loved it, as I could imagine the scene, those scheming eyes, the lips pouting and the anger boiling.


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