The Wax Girl
What must it be like
To have flesh and blood
Like the girl that I reflect
Rather than pure wax.
The girl who gave me a face
Who inspired my life
I never knew her
how am I supposed to be her?
Am I more or less?
perhaps I am a shadow
who took a greater brightness?
A reflection that doesn’t follow
Who could love a shadow
or a reflection, nothing more
She was a living thing
And isn’t that my purpose?
Can I create an original beauty
An honest life
Like no other
out of only my wax self?
This false skin is so stiff
What life can be gained
when own lungs
can’t even expand?
That’s the lucky thing I suppose
about wax, yes now it’s hard
but add a bit of fire
and it changes the equation.
A little heat is all I need
To create a new life
Bright and vibrant
To be born again.