The narcissist

You met online,

She’s wasting away

One day at a time.

But before she disappears entirely,

She’ll pose for you.

On webcam,

All spine and legs.

In a way she’s already dead.

Does she see what you see?

Pretty corpse-girl.

Download that level smile,

I’ll tell you where I live.

And when she arrives

She is hungry for you.

Circle her wrists,

Feel those ravenous lips.

How reminiscent

Of fingers lodged in throats.

All she needs to overcome.

Come on,

Come.

Oh she is beauty,

Oh, she is perfection.

Position her in a way

That you may watch her reflection.

She wants you in her inbox.

Matchstick girl

With the matching thighs.

How unfortunate that

Your fluids won’t sustain her.