Clowns

Pasty white faces, bulging red noses, scarlet smiles squeaky over-sized shoes. The clowns are coming. Laughing, running, jumping, throwing colored shredded paper in the air. The clowns are coming. Screaming kids, cheering adults. The clowns are coming to town. What's this they're doing? Juggling balls? Or maybe their heads. Is the red around their lips makeup, or blood? Are they trying to hid scabby, clawed toes in those over-sized shoes? I may not know those things but what I do know for sure is that the clowns are coming for me and you.