Persocom

Homecoming king
What does she taste like? A mold

Cosplay princess
Laying alone, mommy fleece
Pleasure panic wheeled down
Brain still functioning

She doesn't speak
He yells, "I haven't given her a voice"
A knife laying side by side

Bendable
Rejection, reject, pathetic
Come on, lovebird
Hanging in the dark
Devoid of empathy
Mining the soul
Of femininity

Replace the vessel
Soulless putrescence, keep it clean

The thick plastic
Faux flesh Goodwill dress
Sequin disco light, gun to temple
"I'll never get a date"