Circus Act: Part 4

“Lies,

Lies,

LIES!”

“I’m innocent,

I’m Innocent,

I’M INNOCENT!

“Question the Tamer,

Question the staff,

I didn’t do it!”

The pigs with badges,

Sitting around talking,

Bags of candied popcorn in hand.

Talking,

Gossiping,

Bragging,

Boasting.

Metal cuffs,

Rubbing Wrists Raw,

Stretching Shoulders Stiff,

Moulding Muscles Methodically.

The pigs,

They lie,

They cheat,

They eat,

They throw innocents in jail.

“I’M INNOCENT!”

Your voice hoarse,

Your eyes red,

Your mind unraveling.

A distant roar,

Understanding of the pain,

Pain of being forgotten,

Pain of being forced,

Pain of being innocent.

A rustle of cloth,

A triangle of light,

The sound of ruffled paper.

A shadow,

Slipping through the darkness,

“Who are you?”

Silence,

An unfair response,

Yet one nonetheless.

“What are you doing?”

A gloved hand,

Covers your mouth,

A note,

In the other gloved hand.

The rustle of paper,

A pocket opened,

And closed.

The crinkle,

Of an empty wrapper,

The rustle of cloth,

And the triangle of light.

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[StuartHP]

Great story. Can't wait for part five.😊