Calligraphy Labels

There's a scent in the air
When you drink too much wine
And the steps that you take
Seem to be too many
The wind cold enough to sting
Through your skin
Freezing everything but what's inside

That scent in the air
Can smell like a stale version
Of the bottle still sitting on the counter
Or in the fridge
A fermented stench
Hanging as though it's about to burst

And then it does
Slowly bubbling past the cork
Spilling in streams down each side
Of what once contained it
Erasing the illusion
That its liquid can be confined
Or hidden behind shiny colored glass
With pretty calligraphy labels