smartphone-1618909_1920She longs to be
Every woman he’s with
That’s not her
To wear their flesh suits
Atop bleached bones
To speak with forked tongue
In the tongues of the others
She casts her veneer
Round negative space
Draws into her vacuum
Essential cores
Of expendable souls
Crude flattery
Her ticket to blueprints
Of those with blue blood
She is dispensable
A second-hand symbiote
A syphon for subterfuge
A funnel for fun times
And an ill-matched understudy
To the lead player