RDP Wednesday – CLOWN
When I was little
Circus clowns held no fear for me-
even though I was sure that the face under the greasepaint
and the body hidden inside of the silly clothes
the hands enclosed in gloves
are all skeletal
and those brittle bones are held together
with crumbling layers of dusty leathery dried skin and thick, pinguid makeup.
The circus clowns want to make you laugh, to make you laugh loud and hysterically
so as to hide it when you started screaming.
It works. It always does. I was sure of it.
Even as a child.
Clowns, especially circus clowns held no fear for me,
I know what is under the makeup, inside of the clothes what makes them
laugh and scream
with their mouths wide open and their eyes always locked on that space between your
chin and collar bone while holding
a bunch of wilted paper flowers in one hand and a rubber chicken in the other.
What scares me and what always will is the Magician’s Assistant.
She was always
wearing a wide smile painted on her mouth in blood red lipstick,
and she kept on smiling
no matter how many times she was cut in half
locked in an iron maiden and had spikes driven into her head and chest and legs
her smile never changed and she never flinched or blinked
as she disappeared into oblivion in a puff of smoke, or floated ghostlike through the air.
The Magician’s assistant always came back with
a wide smile painted on her mouth
in blood red lipstick.
I was terrified of her because I saw her
dying over and over again
and she kept coming
She never stayed dead.
No matter how many times they killed her.