thrown on the bed you stare at me through the laughing clown &
the moon crescent above my head where baby doll smiles
she glimmers reflecting the moon it's peaceful home in a midnight sky.
you spoke to me that night & I, woke soon after a breaking dawn with my head spinning somersaults of greater fright than those I tumbled through on tortured weekends
skipping into class weighed & deemed good enough gymnastic skill my weight in gold ticked & signed.
your shadow followed me to school &, I even drew you when the art teacher simply asked; draw what you dreamt last night
that same day teacher hung you above the hall room &, every lunch time you would glare &, every inch of skin formed goosebumps for if I dared eat you'd know, because you were always right there.
you took a few years off fed on another girls flesh, then another I would see them shrinking in size slipping off to bathrooms but then, I was too naive to know but what I did know, was they drew you in similar ways, & at home I would pray that the monster would be exorcized on the page, as it had for me.
I'm aged fourteen standing in the garage packed boxes in storage
maybe I found you or maybe you led me back, & as I tore back tape you smiled at me flashback; laughing clown baby doll
I jumped back in fear you didn't care I forced you down &, I sat on the box to hide your face but you were already whistling by the garage door &, right there was the scorn.
you'd haunted me every day since I was born
I was the child you tore from her home & you were the phantom the ghost the unwanted host.