The Comical Man

The Comical Man

A Poem by Into_The_Cosmos
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Coulrophobia isn't so silly now is it?

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I try to ignore the comical man
With his painted face and caressing hands.

He comes from behind and touches my back.
I hear his squeaky shoes and haunting laugh.

The hairs on my back rise at his stroke;
His tattered, rainbow wig on my cheek.
When I feel his lips come down to my face I revoke
And try to run away, but he's got a hold of me.

There's no way to escape him now;
This dark, twisted, manipulative clown.

Tears stream down my newly painted face
My body tense at his eerie embrace.

I have become his precious new toy
Lying on the floor next to his colorful clothes;
For my body the comical man did enjoy.
Now I know the last thing I will ever see is his blood red nose.

© 2013 Into_The_Cosmos


Author's Note

Into_The_Cosmos
I HATE, HATE, HATE, HATE CLOWNS!!! They are creepy and you always hear about the ones who rape or kill, so to show to everyone that coulrophobia is no joke and that there's a reason for this fear that flows through me, I wrote a poem about it.

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Added on August 21, 2013
Last Updated on August 21, 2013
Tags: Horror