Plastic Bag Forts

Watery ghosts linger in the hollows of her face, inside creases made by plastic bags stretched out from overflowing contents
Apples strain to escape plastic prisons if only to be released into an acid stomach
She walks in her heel-less shoes over broken glass roads to the only place she can call home
A tattered dress hugs her frame, the only item living or not to give her comfort
Cotton’s arms take the place of a mother’s touch and a slap is the best teacher
You better learn quick out here girl
Insert ring of smoke blown to face, take note of lack of coughing
Most people don’t hand out second chances
Lungs fill with smoke, escape out the nose, transform to water inside a caved face