I was the idiot clown watching the well-suited circus
It was at the 14th tooth whistle that my brain said goodbye
So many words had died and were forced to the front of her mouth
I scanned her face with intrigue
Such formality had caused deep ravines to form around her eyes, her lips
She had signed and surrendered her personality for this job years ago
Perhaps it was the price she paid to be found worthy of listening to
I wondered if she in a small corner of her home loved to turn inside out.
I wondered
Before being interrupted with another ambiguous, impossible question
But I couldn't care, just as her voice couldn't care
The circus was still in session.
Jun 4, 2024
Jun 4, 2024 at 7:28 AM UTC
I was the idiot clown watching the well-suited circus
It was at the 14th tooth whistle that my brain said goodbye
So many words had died and were forced to the front of her mouth
I scanned her face with intrigue
Such formality had caused deep ravines to form around her eyes, her lips
She had signed and surrendered her personality for this job years ago
Perhaps it was the price she paid to be found worthy of listening to
I wondered if she in a small corner of her home loved to turn inside out.
I wondered
Before being interrupted with another ambiguous, impossible question
But I couldn't care, just as her voice couldn't care
The circus was still in session.
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