Tears Of A Clown
The kids fear me because I’m a clown. I blame Stephen King. Pennywise, y’know?
They all float down here.
I want the kids to laugh. To have fun, to be happy.
I’m joyous when they smile, when their eyes light up with glee.
But, when I see fear in their eyes, when they flinch, or, back away, well, then I get angry.
My nose gets redder, my balloons deflate, tears streak my face.
Then there is blood, and, pain, and all that is left is bits and pieces.
They don’t float, just decompose