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Ladies and gentlemen,
Boys and girls,
Children of all ages…
I invite you to step inside the Halls of Idiosyncrasy
To witness to this spectacle of the bizarre,
Deformities on public display for all to see.
First, witness the contortionist.
Watch as she manipulates
Her limbs into unnatural poses,
Far beyond the limitations
Normally required of human beings,
Shaping herself to the whims of those around her.
Here we see the sword swallower,
Ingesting every blade handed to her,
All those cutting words of sharpened steel,
Risking evisceration with every mouthful,
Her bleeding scars unseen by the outside world.
Next comes the bearded lady,
Genetics and hormones
Transforming this once-beautiful woman
Into a hirsute horror
Seeking to hide her shame
Behind scarves and veils.
Behold the snake charmer,
Whispering just the right words
To calm the wrath of the serpents
Who slither through deception
Then coil in defensive postures,
Ready to strike at any moment.
Finally we have the fire eater,
Consuming blazing words
That should never be left silent,
In hopes of avoiding annihilation.
And what sets these oddities apart,
You may ask?
This display consists of only one performer…
Welcome to the freak show I call my life.
~~~ This was written for my prompt this week over at Poetry Jam about the circus. This is also for the prompt from Imaginary Garden with Real Toads asking us as poets to “break the fourth wall” of writing.