The ribcage was tied with bows –
blue, pink, green – visible
as the sequinned waistcoat flapped open
from the sharp hip swaying.
Kinetic. Tangible.
Creepier than she imagined.
Unless it was imagined.
Hallucinogens pumped into the air, perhaps?
Her best friend was now
an orange rat, after all.
And she was sure she’d had
more skin before.