Stepford

Go ahead, take over, could it be so bad?
He'll look at me with longing;
though my eyes will be barren, he has me in mind.
She walks like a panther and has a grin like glaciers. You love her.
'Why would you cry, my dear?
He want's you now, be glad it's not someone else.'
Is there a place, where they exist? A place where we exist?
A place where they can save my life and grant all of his wishes.
Peel my flesh and put her in my place.
Do what you will, I'll not make a sound; unless you want me to.
My thick waist will vanish, my makeup smears fixed,
My voice will be unheard and my legs will be your puppet.
Take me in your arms and I won't disappoint you.
Isn't it a wonderful thing, having no accountability?
Stories are a cruel thing, you know.
Stoking your desires then extinguishing all possibility.
I promise, love, if there was a place,
We'd be on the next flight to Stepford.

Until then, I'll make due.