ADMIT ONE — NO REFUNDS
CLOWN
SMOKE
CARNIVAL
The Show Starts When He Lights Up
Rainbow hair that lost its joy. Red nose that doesn't honk anymore.
He doesn't juggle. He doesn't laugh.
He just lights the cigarette and watches you squirm.
Last Act of the Night
Polka dots stained with things you don't ask about.
The lighter flickers. The grin stays.
No one leaves the tent alive. No one wants to.
The circus is closed. The clown is still here.
TEAR HERE — VALID FOR ONE NIGHTMARE ONLY
