“I need a puzzle piece.”

“A puzzle piece?”

“A puzzle piece,” she said.
“Let me
break your neck
to make you fit.
Let me bend you,
shape you,
change your colors
and your spots.
Let me tear off your limbs
and reattach them where I want them,
where they will best
please
my
eye.
Let me change
everything you are
and rough up your edges,
wedge, shove,
kick and push you
until you fit
this empty space
in my soul.”

“Why?

“Because you’re perfect for me.”