Just a quick free verse poem today from the prompt, Black Ink and a Clown.
Black Ink and a Clown
Laughter in the center ring,
the big top spotlight parade
faded under the scrawl of ink
Effervescent fear crawled under
that painted smile, that white veneer;
red balloons became a warning
Innocence died with a contorted grin,
every chuckle, an echo of threat;
in the dark streets, the killer clown
Be Afraid of the Dark 
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