Circus Man

A mother sold her baby
to a man in the circus
and promised her if she was a good girl
she would give her
half of her earnings

In the evenings
Her mother spent her suffering
on cheap alcohol and cancer sticks
muttering to herself that this
will never happen again

But when her baby
shoved powdered marshmallow strawberries
into her swollen cheeks
and
grabbed a hold of
her mother's hand
her mother crossed the street
to go to the circus again

Author's Note

my writing lacks a certain something these days.

Reviews

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Story of missery. At your words of poetry. I realy enjoy .

[dillonjensen]

I enjoyed this from an artistic and creative perspective. For the 'lacking' feeling you have, maybe write some more and don't try so hard to make things perfect. Little imperfections are like our own idiosyncrasies within these lines we write.

[Inda]

i like this! as far as lacking, I suggest offering up more details and not being so vague, sometimes less is less lol. nonetheless this is great, love that its like a story and of course the tragic aspect of it.

[Simon Welsh]

Nice to have you back. You write well. The last stanza is certainly something.

[Gummy.G]

Powerful. You can see human nature written through this. Giving a meaning by telling a story is one of the loveliest things.

[Emily]

I love this one!
Keep it up!

[KWP]

well, I like the originality that's for sure - you can feel the pain and anguish trying to seep through - I imagine if you played with it a bit further - moved / changed words it could really deliver the impact you are hoping for ... Saying that though - half your battle is won already with the subject matter which really enticed me XX