Word of the Day Challenge #52-Untitled Poem

Come one come all

we have no age restrictions

there are rides here for everyone.

Games to delight the young ones

Tunnel of Love

for all the wicked ones.

Blood red heart

valentine cartoon shape

pierced through with barbed arrow

can you see

the blood oozing from the hole

rather graphic is it not?

Canvas creaks

ropes strain

wind creeps up whistling

clown faces loll

dressed in frowns

back away

turn and run.

Skip through the darkness

heart raging in your chest

panic rising

squeals caught in your throat

do not look back for you shall see

there is no escape

they are gaining on you.

Welcome new comer 

join our dance

the Circus of Horrors 

crowds into your thoughts.

Raging fear

eyes rolling back

thunder cracks

lightening rolls against darkened skies

torrential downpour

peppers your skin

hail the size of golf balls

next you know

the grass arises.

Awaken silver collar around

weak

salivating

smell dark blood

old blood around

canine teeth

deep growl

part of the Circus you have become.

©August 27/19

Picture via Pinterst