Pink Flesh Transparency

I am your Pink flesh transparency.
Sew me together with Blue veins,
frame me with marrow.

Boned hull of clattering, rocking mass balanced on
fifty-six little pieces. Bleedable, on occasion.

Light shines through and you will see:
a delicate thing, exponentially bound;
larger than the life breathing out of me.

Stine Loughlin