WAX GIRLS (IN YOUR HAND)

 

Stitch your limbs to mine. Come into my dreams. 

The door is open, and the windows are unlocked. 

Come in, come in.

My city can be your mother, and my bed could be yours for the night.

Come closer — I won't bite. 

(Unless you want me to.)

I’m quite good at becoming — tossing, turning.

 I could morph into whatever lover you'd like.

I am pure wax. 

There’s nothing there. Light me on fire. There’s nothing there.

I want to be real. Close the curtains. Turn off the lights. I want to melt between your palms

and cry your sorrows.

I am pure wax. Shape me however you’d like.

I can become undone any moment now. 

So come over — don’t even think twice.

Let’s make this neo-haunted whisper method something good.

Hex me and make me lose it. 

Make me bleed.

I. Am. Pure. Wax.