Plastic By, Melissa R. Mendelson
Plastic A cold wind blows as I stroll along the empty path through the dollhouse and through the plastic buildings that surround it. The world is behind me, and the blank faces of the porcelain dolls gives me no comfort for they can't see the woman inside me. If I could just melt away this prison that I have been trapped in for too long and jump back into the water, I could swim again in the river of life and feel maybe the love of one I wish for. In the meantime, my time is spent here in the dollhouse and the plastic buildings, listening to the voices of those empty dolls living a life that I dream. http://channillo.com/series/ lizardian/ Click here for Glass Skies Over Home on Amazon.com