Fly on a Leash

deformed wax features

heated by hot irons held up to your

face

pooling flesh drips onto the ground

below

hanging

from

a

grey

and

blue

scarf

your eyes are bug-like

your body is bare and

spiders

scramble over it

in the dark

of the garage

deformed waxen features look at me

one more time

it was an accident

car wheels are smooth like glass

is smooth on ice

wax feet blistered on ice as you

tried to run

we didn’t mean to do it

cars go so fast

they flash on the road

breaks hit so fast they didn’t

have time to

squeal

ice squeals below you as you run

getting nowhere

fly on a leash

until the cold creeps into your veins

arteries refuse to pump

wax covers your golden features

and you

hang