Fake Plastic Apocalypse

jenniferlreimerPoetry, Prose, Personal, Scars' Art, Uncategorized2 Comments

Whispers and rumours and friends of good friends.  The city of glass lies next to the water, waiting to break.  Which ones are real, paper or plastic?  Talk of an ending, an earthquake, an exit.  Anything but nothing.  Nobody listens but everyone talks.  Fake plastic people drinking five dollar bills, monopoly money through fake plastic straws.  Designer drugs and ,faerie … Read More

jenniferlreimerFake Plastic Apocalypse