X days until the Apocalypse

It was the unnatural green-pink sensation in contrast to the dirt that caught my attention today on my walk to the station. Barely bigger than my thumb, covered in soil; a plastic dolldream to the average kid growing up in a world so used this material’s neverending existence that its placement on the ground wasn’t worth another look during the Monday rushhour. But you caught my attention, and as I digged you up from your grave the ragged cuts on your neck represented the harsh truth human kind tried to bury alongside your plastic doll body.
To me you have become the symbol of our nearing end.
My Kali