Sunday, August 28, 2016


Daniel Merriam

I open my eyes.
I see circus men.
Why are they in my bedroom?
Soft laughter fills the room.
Clowns are waving knives at me.
I need to escape.
I can’t.
I’m tied to my bed.
They’re coming closer.
The laughter is getting louder.
I close my eyes.
All is quiet.
My eyes open.
The room is dark.
And empty.
I glance over at my chair.
A red balloon is tied to it.
Floating in the air.
Oh no.

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