wax trapsby chris.a lighter place would mean the sun was coming through...or that the weight of so many problems had been lifted off his mind. they must have been deposited somewhere else--sewers, holes--. the sun must have broken into him with a lockpick, melting his wax. his heart and his liver and his lungs were wax. his clavical wax, his testicals wax. but the problems...the problems were what really shook him. problems everywhere but in his head. less heavy or more bright? he kept asking himself. less heavy...the dead weight of ancient problems being buried above ground in huge mountains of dirt. enormous mountains, mountains so stinking and obese that the problems become a collage. couldn't see them individually. this didn't matter. it didn't happen. his problems weren't gone in the mountain. they'd rot, breaking down and fucking up so that all the problems became parts of other problems. and the mountain grew. no...more sun. his brain wax, his eyes wax. stretch his wax arm out to shake a stranger's hand but the sun would melt the wax and drip it on the stranger's foot. there's one finger covering her shoe, and two and three. and the stranger screams. he wraps his wax arms around her and smothers her and molds to her. you can see her inside trying to get out, pushing the wax and breaking a hole through sometimes, but more wax just melts over its place. she inhales the wax and she is whole with it and he orgasms and she stops living and he walks away down the street. his foot prints melt into the gutter and he becomes an inch shorter each minute, a super pubescent in reverse. soon he is a puddle on the sidewalk that seeps down the cracks. another stranger finds the remaining bits of the puddle and cups it in her hands. she molests it and now it's night so he hardens and she takes him home and melts her candles onto him and he screams because he's being burnt but he can't stop her. he's a full grown boy now, just like before, and they make believe that she's wax too. and sometimes it works, sometimes he actually believes it. and he tries to forget that he'll end up killing her too. it happens one night. he turns the heater up and closes the windows and doors. they're in bed. he lies on top of her. she struggles and screams. he cries wax tears that are mashed between their wax cheeks. he thinks she's almost dead. then he gasps, realizing that she is truly wax as well. this is realized too late, and they melt together into one huge naked humping lump of wax and realize they can't cut themselves apart. |