Big Top Circus
by hayley karbowski Circus-top skin rests on the helium ceiling of my balloon-popped mind. A firework display of neurological flares stares through to a three-ring circus, a kaleidoscope slide away. Step right up god-fearing magic seekers I am fun I am lovable I am a blood-thirsty tiger, tamed. The elephant in the room is on a balancing ball, avoiding eye contact with social cues on a tight rope. Poised for the show, bright lights shine through sugar-coated eyes. My painted clown make-up made up our mind. Today, I am happy.
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