Wednesday, May 13, 2015

The Clown Child

“Be a clown! Be a clown! All the world loves a clown.


The mother tucked her child more tightly in bed, so tight the sheets were nearly smooth.

“There, there, dear,” she cooed. “Don't cry. Nobody loves a little girl with a red nose.” 

Her eyes grew dark and sharp.

“Mommy,” asked the child, her little chin trembling, her eyes shut tight like stars, like scars, “Are those teeth for me?”

Her mother smiled broadly.

“No, of course not, darling. Not today.”


8 of Swords. Not all the monsters are under the bed.

Best wishes!

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