Day 12, Poem 12: Plastic Bag Princess (???)

Plastic bag princess
floating through the air
dream dust particles in your hair
origami skin, paper light and fair
dry-rot limbs show nicks and wear
tattered rags, no need for flare
hollowed eyes no light to care
empty heart, no soul lives there
snow capped peaks, no heart to bear
barren womb, no life to spare