Wineskin

Little lady in leather
By a liquor store
Spirits were her tether
There's an anguish to ignore

When that cord comes unraveled
She has seen behind the mask
Paper thin illusions
Crumble with questions asked

Then faced foe and failure
Writhing misery
Sifting through sharp pieces
The reflection showed three

And paints perfect communion
Wine now tastes as blood
From lamb skin being shed off
Her clothing is from above

Little lady in leather
By a liquor store
Spirits were her tether
There's an anguish to ignore



Credits
Writer(s): Charles Allbright
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