“Coco the freak,” his fellow performers called him.
“Clowns aren’t funny anymore, they’re just weird,” they said.
“Look at him, they way he pervs at us trapeze artists. He’s a freak.”
“Why did we get stuck with such an ugly creature? The lion tamer asked.
"I heard another circus rejected him.” said the bearded lady.
Later, Coco stood below the spinning, twisting acrobats.
His painted grin widened as they fell, screaming.
No time to tease him now, they hugged in their final, fleeting, moment.
Baggy yellow pants hid the knife that had sliced the safety lines.
Coco squeezed his nose in reply to the sound of two breaking necks.
Crack Crack. Honk Honk!
About the Creator
Davi Mai
Short story writer. Fantasy, sci-fi, transgressive. I lack a filter but try to make stuff fun.
Comments (2)
Well, I guess that just goes to show that You shouldn't call people names behind their backs and ostracize them just because. If You don't like somebody and don't want to interact with them, best to be honest about why, in my opinion. I can't tell if this is a free verse poem, but it feels like it would fit better in the fiction community with the microfiction tag. Plus the only filthy thing that I can see here is how the trapeze artists call Coco "a perv." Hence, it's more of a horror story than a filthy poem.
Killer coco! Great work! 💙