one staring into the other one standing infront of the other one staring into the other's chest which is made of plastic and glued to her plastic belly above her plastic hips, balanced like a seesaw. The head is plastic too only nobody ever looked at it to notice so it's staring to chip and peal and the stare becomes as old as the minerals she was made of and the wood that was cut to wrap around her to make her white. These two girls stand and stare into eachother with wonder. There was once a moment of bright passion cause by addiction to the chemicals they were inhaling but the sobered up in time to realise the trap they were both falling into. Now they both reject eachother, the woman made of flesh with her bright nipples like open mouths with disgust or revolting animal-like hunger for food like baby birds. They look at eachother with the irony of the experienced and at everybody who passes them everybody who dared to explore his creation fields and at the hunger that brings them there and brought them there every time, after time. Girls liking what boys have to offer Boys liking what's been put on the plate when it gets hot- and it will they turn like plastic and melted in heat not to fire but a lightbulb.

We look at eachother, then but only one of us is real and existing, one of us is burning one of us takes the time to sculpture in plastic. We look at eachother now and we are tired after wearing ourselves out our skin is plastic our buttons grow four eyes. We wonder what made us lunge at eachother what force has hit and gone away forever to leave us wondering, we wont stop wondering and looking outside and at ourselves and in displays for what we are. We are just plastic girls who are trying to stop looking at eachother