Sound the alarms

[youdontmind]

Livejournal, you have officially been incorporated into my increasingly drab life of make-believe.

Congrats, biatch.

the fan in the corner's
revolving listlessly;
»anything«
to keep the air
from going stale

tilted heads, cramped necks
polished,
glossy veneers
on lips parted
to swallow
shards of confetti
one
by
one

doll,
open your eyes:

there's simply no number
of broken façades
we can swallow
to kill these parched throats