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Come one,
come all
and
join me
for a night of
unadulterated madness.
“I see a dreadful fright in your future.”
–Madame Tarot
Poor, dizzy fools!
Watch how they
go round and round
until their eyes pop
from their sockets,
until they vomit
pink streaks of cotton candy
onto the sweet
horses with golden hooves
and blazing eyes.
–Cursed Carousel
My lovely Lady Tightrope
I do believe that skirt is
far too short,
that leotard far too snug.
When you said you wished
to put on a show for us,
I did not realize this is
what you had implied.
–Getting Freaky
They say these grounds are haunted
by little girls in feathered bonnets
and little boys in blue trousers.
And, if you listen carefully,
mingled in with the pervasive
notes of carnival music,
are the morbid wails of these children–
children whose balloons have burst,
whose ice cream cones have been dropped.
“But Mr. Clown, mama says I’m not supposed to take candy from strangers.”
How ironic that the ringmaster
is missing his own ring finger.
–She purred like a kitty, but she knew how to pounce
“Why, what terribly big teeth you have.”
“The better to eat you out with, my dear.”
I present to you
The Great Dr. Whim!
Watch how he saws his
assistant in half.
Relish in the piercing
serenade of her screams,
and how they ricochet off the
tapestried walls.
Grin wildly as her blood–
thick with candy floss
and other disgustingly sweet
delicacies–
drips down into the
cracks of the floorboards,
slowly crawling its way
towards the audience.
–Magician’s Corner
See there?
Hidden among the
silhouette of the trees
is a man with
blistered lips and
charred teeth.
If you look carefully,
from a distance,
you might notice
a gray fog curling above the pines–
smoke billows from his nostrils,
wrapping its angry hands
around any guest
who ventures too far
from the carnival grounds.
–Fire Eater
More often than not
his daggers do not hit
the desired target,
but instead finds themselves
embedded in the backs
of our lovely, unsuspecting attendees.
–Knife Thrower
And to end the evening,
we have something spectacular
in store for you–
our human cannon ball!
He is to fly,
but to never come down,
cut from his tether
to this earth
like a balloon that has been cut
from its string.
And at the most climatic moment
of his soaring escapade
his flesh is to ignite,
presenting to his viewers
something resembling a firework show,
as a mesh of burning cartilage and
scorched bone set the night
sky ablaze with horror.
Oh?
You say you are afraid?
Why, I am simply fulfilling
the promise I made to you
upon your initial arrival–
it was madness I promised,
and it is madness you have received.
Image Source:
Carousel gif (n.d.). [image] Available at:: https://www.theodysseyonline.com/end-of-the-month-thoughts-and-questions [Accessed 11 Jul. 2018].
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