clown
Oct 24, 2026
Blackened tears snake down his pale face.
The cone upon his frizzy hair looks even wonkier than intended.
And how that frown is upside down.
This is the frown of a clown.
How he wished to make them laugh.
How he dreamed of their smiles the night before the show.
It would take a crowbar to alter,
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This frown on this clown.
A ball was clenched in his gloved fist.
We see his grip weaken and it drop to the ground.
It bounces once, twice, thrice, then stops.
By the feet of the frowning clown.
His eyes scrunch and when they open they are red, red raw.
He’s been crying for a while now, but it’s only just hit him.
The pie in his back that is.
The pie that came after this clown started to frown.
