"Circus"

Three rings all strewn with ashes...
Such gaudy perfection
with soft pink cotton candy,
enveloping the weakest of hearts

Sugary sweet
Melting acrobats
Flitting through the air,
like souls

All this wonder
These bright stars,
that glitter overhead
this flawless spectacle

Then a single misstep,
from the lion tamer
The flick of the whip
going somewhere wrong

The tent crashes down,
the lights break out
The cotton candy falls away...
the weakest of hearts is burned

A fire rages;
it was all a fake
This perfect confection
torn down in flames

So much going on in the main ring...
no one saw the emptiness...
the hollowness
of the other two

(and the rings are strewn with ashes)

~*~