May 6, 2010
A smile crept like a stalking lion
across my lips.
Unrecognizable by crusted paint.
The red and white tent is haunted
by shoveled mounds of damp earth
I created out of anger and frustration.

Usual sounds of laughter i kill
and replaced with a deadly silence.
Over sized shoes make me stumble as I
walk my final annoyance,
a need pest and paying customer,
to its grave.

And all she wanted was a red balloon.

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