Freakshow Bros Sleeping Circus

This story is about a dream I had after staying up late debating whether it was time to stop hanging out with someone who had proven himself a bad friend.

And the dream said:

¨Now, here is a box of cigarettes. They burn your skin to the touch. And on the toilet; a box. And in the box; marijuana. Can you believe these people? Their home is a circus! You are the elephant. Atop a giant ball of many colors you stand, wobbling. A fear of mice! A yearning for leave!

¨Now you are being violated. Spaces which are meant to be empty are being filled with sorrows. Something is upon your mouth. It is blood or fear or something of your imagination; you cannot tell.

¨Something is said as a joke, then taken too far. You elaborate, but they refuse logic. Like a toddler they spit on you and kick you to the ground. It is sick, the world is sick, but most importantly, he is sick. Cut him up and cut him off. Now - wake up, Freakshow!¨

Reviews

[Gaelle]

I truly enjoy your style of writing - It is fluid and beautiful.

[TheUnrulyWriter]

Thank you! I'm glad it flows; I was going for fluidity, but I was worried it might sound a little choppy.