Bigtop Dreams

Stuffed clown,
propped on that pitted chair,
your silver painted eyes
glinting in the moonlight,
your floppy striped arms
arranged artfully so.
Stare at me like you mean it.

I fall asleep and dream of your teeth
dripping my blood,
your arms wrapped around my throat
as you drag me into the abyss.

Don’t you see?
Your obsidian needs
keep me from my own.
I watch you
to forget my own hunger.

I want to climb inside you
and feed on screams forever.