Primrose,evergreen-bled,leave-vines,crying and snailing their ways up a dead burnt grey-ashened wall; I see unnatural flowers in colors of almost neon blue,a tight-wink orchid pink,and a couple of cool violets;
I smoke a cigarette. The smoke gets into my eyes,and I turn violently around….thrashing in quick-fitted,swift pain; I look up to the night sky,and I see something…
Fluorescent lights ahead.
Exploitation is Sexy.
Sex is “IN”.
This might be interesting.
Walking into a brightly lit store,my senses race along the counters,the walls filled with smut,snuff pornography; a blue-eyed,mussy haired man jeered at me from behind a high counter…..
© Marshana Green 2014