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Sweet as Cotton candy
[Title provided by Mycoffeekilljoy: thanks Killjoy :p]
The rusted gates creak open from the non existed breath of nature once more – that time of year; inviting the world to the cruel amusements once to have provoked many smiles and glistening eyes, that viewed twisted clowns with circus tricks kidnapped minors.
The clowns continue to play their 'doot-doot-doodle-oodle oot doot do do' on their rusted Calliopes and their busted music boxes stolen from young children. The once vast tent is now decorated with maggot infested 'toys', well used for purpose and discarded by the loathed Jokers.
Pointed teeth from the 'professional' fools tear into the flesh of the lost children led here with the promise of candy floss, candy apples and … death – always read the small print, I guess.
They pick up the children with little remorse or attention to the creatures crawling from every orifice, they'll simply remove them by hand then violate the small corpse repeatedly, or leave them there for the friction – it's what they do. Once spent, the dead figure will be hung from the ceiling with long balloons, left dangling as trophies – the fleshy chandelier we can all enjoy.
The candles die out and the tent now dull – the warm satanic colours now greys and blacks. The clowns, built to entertain us, end the show and skulk back to their dark corners a 'hoot' with each step from oversized shoes – awaiting next Halloween for the circus to reopen.
The rusted gates creak open from the non existed breath of nature once more – that time of year; inviting the world to the cruel amusements once to have provoked many smiles and glistening eyes, that viewed twisted clowns with circus tricks kidnapped minors.
The clowns continue to play their 'doot-doot-doodle-oodle oot doot do do' on their rusted Calliopes and their busted music boxes stolen from young children. The once vast tent is now decorated with maggot infested 'toys', well used for purpose and discarded by the loathed Jokers.
Pointed teeth from the 'professional' fools tear into the flesh of the lost children led here with the promise of candy floss, candy apples and … death – always read the small print, I guess.
They pick up the children with little remorse or attention to the creatures crawling from every orifice, they'll simply remove them by hand then violate the small corpse repeatedly, or leave them there for the friction – it's what they do. Once spent, the dead figure will be hung from the ceiling with long balloons, left dangling as trophies – the fleshy chandelier we can all enjoy.
The candles die out and the tent now dull – the warm satanic colours now greys and blacks. The clowns, built to entertain us, end the show and skulk back to their dark corners a 'hoot' with each step from oversized shoes – awaiting next Halloween for the circus to reopen.
Published 28th Jul 2015
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28th Jul 2015 1:03pm
very dark write - so well written, you mange to create fear and horror with subtlety rather than relying on blood and gore - a difficult balancing act the you have so successfully achieved - excellent, really really good :-)
28th Jul 2015 1:22pm
