There is a Ventriloquist in the cherry glass of mine. Pulling out a puppet.
Created it of silk and shivers. Born in sleepless waters. Had
no chance to fall asleep at all. An empty table conversation is where we
Some fine china applauds. He lays glass strings
around my spine. Want me to join the puppet. Dance to the divine. One move forward. Jump head first from the rim. Angels are watching
from the basement.
An old clown jumped into our glass. Fading make-up on his forehead.
Offer wrinkles to look through. He joined our pity party. What type of
party consists of two? Juggling through. He makes some fun and
ignores that I have Coulrophobia. Securely I have lost my mind.
The tightrope dancers are falling from the ceiling. My Cherry is getting
warm. Eyes heavier than before. Ready for the showdown. Finally,
my circus is complete.
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