The saddest smiles always came from the clowns.
Twisted smiles,
tears filling my eyes.
He grins at me with a feverish look,
tears striking his face as he spins me around in my chair.
Restrained to the chair,
I'm unable to move.
Done up in a polka dot dress,
itching paint on my skin,
and a circus ring surrounding me,
I realize where I am.
Puddles is smiling and crying at me.
"Can't you feel it, Penny?
The circus is back in town!"
I can feel tears rising in my cheeks
and falling down my face.
His grin only grows as he spins around with me.
I feel something drip onto my face,
it slowly slips down my cheek.
Looking up,
I see shoes.
Shoes, legs, a torso, arms,
a body swinging from the ariel
dancer ropes.
"Isn't it beautiful, Ronny?
And she's a pretty clown, isn't she?"
I can feel my sobs choking up in my throat.
Smile,
Penny,
clowns are supposed to smile.
And smile I do.
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Juniper's Ring | h.s.
Short StorySPOOKY SHORT STORY | The saddest smiles came from the clowns. When a tormented man is found to be a victim of the illicit travelling circus, Juniper's Ring, his grim story is revealed. With such abuse, comes a man rocking on his own sanity. But what...
