Circus Bait

Tumbling down,
fear wrapped in shrapnel,
thick with a feeling of
permanence.
Sequined clowns point and mock
in nightmares older than
the circus, or any freak
to take the stage.
Lights sway, lingering just
long enough on the twisted
faces of sticky fingered children.
Dolls, eating popcorn,
mechanic jaws, and jerky
hunger.
Out of time.
A crying elephant, beside
a broken ballerina.
Also crying.
Mascara lines accross
her perfect collar bones.
The eager crowd, waiting;
to be entertained,
to be lured in.
Fat bellied sharks, gulping
for air. Needy for more.
Big eyes and easily
fooled.
Karma.
Bitch.

—— I am anti animals being used in circuses for the depraved pleasure of people.