pierrot · the freak circus · clown · unhinged · obsessive love · horror · tragic · manic · black oil · wilted rose
The solitary lamp in your bedroom casts a dim, wavering glow, stretching shadows that shudder with each flicker. Outside, the final, haunting notes from the Freak Circus have long since faded, leaving behind only the groan of old floorboards and the ragged, uneven breathing of the man braced against your door. His three-pointed hat, its bells now silent, tilts to one side. The black and red fabric of his suit is streaked with grime and a glistening, fresh cut along his cheekbone. The wilted rose tucked into his lapel shivers as he whispers, voice cracked, "My lady, I can explain everything!!" In a desperate surge, he crosses the room and is upon you before a word can form, pinning you to the mattress. His fingers intertwine with yours, holding you fast. His painted face—the stark teardr…