she wears the clothes you bought for her
and underneath, my skin.
my face, those wide doe eyes
took so long to perfect. she’s pristine,
ready-made, down to the last detail.
a team effort, i don’t remember
when i started on her but
it must’ve taken years of careful fabrication.
trial and error feedback until
she was exactly what you wanted.
and you loved her,
didn’t you? she was the one you held, praised,
needed. you needed her, i know,
i knew. i could see the way you clung to her,
the panic on your faces when the life-preserver
slipped, just slightly, out from your whitened knuckles.
i won’t try to take it away again.
i know that you love her, you loved her,
you love her more
than you could ever love me.