Dollhouse

 

They sit.

They stand.

They walk.

They talk.

They work.

They eat.

They sleep.

Revering their veils of fantasy,

Bathing in the pools of poison,

Idolizing their lives of painted plastic,

Shunning the inevitable,

Treasuring their ignorance,

Savoring the artificial grains of sugary hope;

Oblivious

To their

Impending

Demise,

Oblivious

To the

Dollhouse

Surrounding them.