Circus Freaks

by Deborah Breuer

A dark room,
Building anticipation as the crowd begins to quiver in wonder
“What will happen next?” they gasp to themselves as small noises slip into gaps of silence.
A flick of a switch
A spotlight illuminating a figure as the crowd awes as it’s subject is revealed.
Moans break the sealing of my lips as I slide into acrobatic positions and deliver a show.
A grip here, a trick there
The lioness roars as the climax closes in
Her eyes locked on her master
A figure in the dark
Watching, ensuring that she does as trained and told
A crack of leather on flesh
She does the unthinkable as screams fill the arena
The crowd draws a breath as they ache for more
“They’ve seen enough.”
The light disappears
And the beast returns to her master
She’s still hungry
An unfortunate event
Now she must be punished…


Posted on 01/19/2014
Copyright © 2020 Deborah Breuer

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Quentin S Clingerman on 01/19/14 at 10:24 PM

The sad side of some circus performances, especially with animals. Well, that is my take on this poem.

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