FLESH TONES

She wore a flesh colored tunic
to hide the desidious scent
of her rose colored skin
a finger pushes past
skeleton frame
wants to feel the grainy interior
wants to feel memories past
the routed vagina
there is nothing inside
she knows
but her flesh colored flesh
nothing inside that a fist cannot grab
nothing inside she screams again and again
to the thereapist ghost in
the mirror
cracks to an open gate
she wraps the silver studded black
belt around her head
squeezes the loops until
the other one sees red