Dark skies
Dark city
Lights popping
Glass rattles to streets
Lonely and windowless
No place to hide
But among all the shade
There are things
Not human
Mannequins unflinching
They follow you
Staring at you
With lifeless desire
To make you one of them
Stood frozen
Like they were once
Calmly walking
But necks twisted to you
Eyes like buttons
Sewn on and looking
A thousand yards
Through you
You may turn around
And back again
And there they will be
Much closer
Don’t move
But they reach far
When you look back
They reach for you
Hungry, falling,
Mid-sprint, it seems
Stopped short
Only your gaze
Try to escape
Run away
Turn your back
Around again
Faces canvas base
With anticipation
At hurting you
They trek
Same as soon
As you turn back
To see them close in
Mannequins
By the crowd
Forming a
Mob of the kind
That was never alive
Plastic hands
Wish to throttle
Your neck
Beat you
To death
Turn around
Back again
Acrylic iris
Closer
Than it
Should have been
Mere meters now
Could hear its pulse
If it were breathing
Then as you turn
Back
An arm
Of plastic and steel
Hits your head hard
You turn to see
A mannequin
With uncanny face
Of evil glee
In the distance
Another streetlight
Overloads
A flicker
Where nothing
Could be under
Unless
It were quicker
Than a mannequin
Another small mob
Appears there
Suits
Casual wear
Clothing
White plastic bare
Endless
Stepping back
More behind you
A bleeding forehead
And nothing to show
But the mannequin
Who struck you
And all of his
Friends blank smiling
Glass breaks nearby
Try to escape
Run away
Try
They will
Follow
When you
Aren’t looking
Uncanny
Frozen
Mannequins
Try to escape
Run away
They follow you
Consume Reality! 