There’s an order

All humans

To undergo

The process

Of waxing

And be featured

In a wax museum

Like the celebrities

New Fantasy Poem-Microstory by Jazalyn

Premise: All humans must get celebrity waxinated in order to never feel sadness & anger again, but a magic’s dreamer contemplates very deeply as to what to do.

I can do it too

But I’m not sure yet

What I will do

And when

As I observe everyone

Rushing to track

Their popularities

In a placebo recovery

An alleged purpose

In the subconscious minds

Is that it cures

The sadness and the anger

From making everyone taste

How it is to be admired

Which theoretically will free them

From the sense of inferiority

That blocks the expression

Of a peaceful self

And enhances nervousness

But I guess

This means

They could never be happy either

Since there will be

No other dream come true

So I’m reserved

And I suspect

That it might be

More advanced than that

Or anything at all

And I will try

To figure it out

For the time being

The prospect is challenging

And relieving

But I love my feelings

And my mood;

I don’t want to lose them;

And I know

It’s a double-edged sword

For I can have both beautifulness

And ugliness

But I’ll try to have

Only beauty

And I believe

I can make it on my own

Thanks to my inherent tendency

To do miracles

The waxing

Would chip

My rough surfaces;

Would catch

The polish in me

And would make me smooth

In a remote control

Of my life and death

But I fear

To become a statue;

Besides exposing my icon

Even in wax

Could be dangerous

For everyone would wonder:

Who I am

And then comes another question:

Who I really am

If it is

How they think it is

Rather than watching

My idle self

And cherish and flaunt

The masterpiece

Of my phenotype

I prefer to long

For an enchantress

To heal me

Instead of a rocky elixir

For this gives me

The pursuit of life

In magical emotions

I will wait

To see

If and how everyone will change

After this mass waxing

And I feel gifted

That I can psychologize everything

Who knows?

If I keep my heart intact

I might be invaluable

As out-of-date

For a long time now

I dream of

Having real worth

And be extraordinarily rare

Yet there might be a possibility

For the opposite result

If no one will be able

To get me

But I always find solutions

And I may get reinvented

*The Waxing was originally published in Jazalyn's blog on GoodReads on January 1st, 2021 and on Jazalyn's Tumblr on January 3rd, 2021.

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