Plastic

I suppose my greatest fear

is having fakeness poured into me

fill my veins with plastic and replace my

organs with pieces of artificially-coloured glass and chemicals

and when you're done

I won't be able to grow anymore

because the stems are filled with plastic

and the leaves are made of artificially-coloured glass and chemicals

so when the sunlight hits me

I can only reflect it back

and never soak it in

and when I creep into the shadows

I won't feel their embrace

anymore