The mannequins are more real than you

The mannequins favour zero gravity, breathlessness, the labyrinth of stars. 


The mannequins inhabit a forgotten planet, orbiting your daydreams. 


The mannequins will accuse you of anything. Their courtroom is lodged behind your eyes. 


Time is kept on a leash. When the mannequins laugh, it digs up your bones. 


Look in the mirror. While you slept, the mannequins left scarlet lipstick stains on your throat. 


Originally published as a series of tweets. 

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