She is/was Perfection

She is perfect.

It's all I can think as I carve
Apart her torso, licking my lips
As specks of blood meet them.

She is perfect.

I remove what kept her alive
But not what made her her.
Must keep that intact.

She was perfect.

No, no she still is perfect.
Trust me with this. I know
What I am doing. 

She'll never be perfect again.

I try to ignore the voice as I
Stuff the cavity with a firm foam.
She needs to feel alive.

Perfection is long gone.

She is still perfect. She is still there.
I remove her dark eyes and place 
Them in a jar of water for now.

Perfection gone down the drain.

I slip fake eyes into her sockets,
Smiling as they stare back at me
But not as warm as they once were.

Why do you ruin these perfect things?

Love. Sick desires...but she is the only
Perfect specimen. The rest pale
In comparison to her.

Did you love this one too?

"Shut up!" I shout into the dimly
Lit room, swinging a fist at nothing.
What is wrong with me?

The price of ruining perfection.

I grab a tube and ease it into her mouth,
Pushing the lubed tube down her trachea.
Even perfection needs air, love.

Perfection only needs air when it is alive.

She will be alive again, you'll see.
She'll be even more perfect,
Just you wait.

Perfection doesn't need embalming fluid.

She needs to be preserved.
Life is cruel...so are we but not to her.
To her, we are knights in shining armor.

When will you realise?

I curl her rigor mortis fingers
Into an O shape, careful not
To snap any fingers off.

Perfection does not need that.

She likes doing it. She has pleaded
For her life with far worse
Than a simple hand job.

She wasn't perfect then.

Lies! She was and still is.
I run a hand over her waxy skin,
Biting my lip at the touch of it.

How cold and fake is her skin now?

I spread her legs, excited in more
Ways than just one to be almost 
Finished re-creating perfection.

She doesn't need you touching there.

I fill it with vaseline and a tube,
A little tight but just enough space
To fit in inside of it after a few thrusts.

One day you will see true perfection.

She's perfect. And she is all mine.
Time to rewar-

"Freeze! Put your hands where 
We can see them!"

Perfection was your downfall.

No, perfection was only my beginning.