Monday, March 17, 2008

LAUGH

The pale faced clown
Grinning
Her teeth yellowed by years
Years of cigarettes after long stressful days
And coffee from many early, gray mornings
Instead of a happy face
It is a sad one
Many creases in her skin
Makeup smeared
Legs trip
Face weary
One can tell
Eyes bloodshot
And dead
Reflecting her soul
Which is also dead
Instead of tears
It's blood
Blood trickling down her face
Slowly
Makeup turns
A shade of pink
Near the tracks of tears
She starts to laugh
Blood slipping
Down
Her mouth opens wide reveling all her yellowed and crooked teeth
The blood begins to crust
Around her yellow bloodshot eyes
A desperation that scares

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