you were the one I wanted to come with
me, here to this place
way down at the bottom of everything
where the carnival clowns have set
tents ablaze, the lions run free
out into the forest of pine and she-oaks
ring master standing in the ashes with
his black leather whip drooping, frayed
and when the sun came ripe and mourning
it kissed the hand of every lovesick girl
who knows the definition of "unrequited"
to her very core
farmers sowing the lands with
salt instead of seed
for nothing may grow here again after
the rest of us have left empty fields
earth smoking and blackened
crows flying for the horizon, calling
for the summer rains to wash the world clean
and it was this place I wanted to show you
so you could know I meant it when I said
the trapeze act was wonderful
but never meant to last.
YOU ARE READING
The Trapeze Swinger
Fanfiction"Him. 2D. I could see him even now, his goofy grin while holding the water gun like a hunting rifle, lining me down the sight. His hands ruffling my hair, one eye closed in a squint as if sizing me up, as if looking into the sun." The year is 2003...
