For I have become like a wineskin in smoke
Dried out, a husk with no soul, no flesh
no warmth or blood.
The grape juice has dried and grown stale,
tangy, pungent to those who even consider to draw near
and the ashy after burn of smoke clings to me
oozes through my pores
with no fleshy warmth
or bloodied love
like a wineskin in the smoke.
Psalm 119 vs 83: For I have become like a wineskin in the smoke