Homebody.

The clowns made me do it you see.

They promised me eternal youth.

In return? I bleed, bruise me knee.

Twist, turn, pull out my teeth.

In order to earn my place,

Gifted with free housing.

Always do better, raise the states.

Clowning around, crowds howling.

Howling in excitement, fear

That I could fall to my death.

Beautiful circus carpet covered in gore,

Blood, bones, holding their breath,

As I twist and dive.

Selling control of my body,

For stable career and housing.

Throwing away my identity, to embody

The circus life, towering

Over the crowd of horrors.

By: Tori Sheehan