“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!
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Davi Mai
Short story writer. Fantasy, sci-fi, transgressive. I lack a filter but try to make stuff fun.
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