Freak Show
by Deborah Dana


The drop without the thrill.
You dragged me down the aisle,
spectators murmured their approval.
At least we got out,
at least the air was breathable.

The walls look great
all punched in like that.
Your hands create a necklace
and my blood is quite becoming.






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