A Little Clowning

At night I feel free

The blissful roar of traffic

The slowly coagulating blood on my fingers

The faint stirs of life under my knees

The whispered pleading

Life completed

Le sigh

Victims come and go, but you look like you could use a laugh.

Would you like to laugh with me?

How about a joke?

Get ready to smile.

They say don’t go towards the light.

In your case an exception must be made.

Why are you not laughing?



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