I am a wax wife a parallax a displacement of his true love. My position of wife is viewed from two lines of sight, his and mine. Our views are skewed yet we remain the same. I'd like to relax in His arms as a flesh and bone solid woman. But, knowing you're one of the ranks rankles, causes jealousy and hate makes me want to plant an axe in his head. Time to smooth the cracks in the wax.