Holes

Holes sink
fill in the skin
that shreds through
silver winds.
Bury the flowers
in my side
the pretty ones stick
the ugly ones dry.
Throw up words
slick and fresh
prepare for showers
you'll get drenched.
He is raw
but he is unstained
he looks for my blouse
his mouth drains.
Soft squares
navigate through
they don't mumble
they just do.
Wooden legs
organic and filthy
collapse more
under me.