clownface
staring
through
the glass
of my
front door
clownface
the torture
endless cruel toxic
clownface
I stand
senses acute, body still
every noise…
is it clownface?
coming for me?
clownface
the make-up
the antics
the theatrics
the sideshow revelry
cannot hide
the danger
the mystery
of that unsettled
…feeling
it…it…it…it’s
infiltrating
my fragile sanity
mesmerizing
my scattered memory
rearranging
my twisted morality
please…
leave my space
clownface
please
it’s not funny…
anymore
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Notes
- A piece of horror about the fears that live within us – represented by clowns.
- This began life from some April 2017 scribbles…eventually morphing into…this.
- Grammarly: Sad (***) Disapproving (***)…that’s it?
Original: April 2017
Expanded, reworked, recorded: January 2021