the circus

poetic Clowns circling around on unicycles Darkened dead elephants carrying ghostly figures Dead cheering children watching contentedly The ring leader steps forth A short chubby man With gummy fat hands gripping the megaphone Yelling at the top of his lungs You could feel the air vibrate Yet it pounds at your head in whispers Circus… Continue reading the circus


Tattered skull, ruptured lungs Swimming in a pool of blood As time ticks by, The end draws near Closing in on all you fear Veins popping through the skin Hands are severed, wrists are slit Eyes bulging out of the head Watching everything as it slows All the blood makes a stream Strands of muscle… Continue reading untitled