Circus People
By Amethyst Turner
"Look at the Circus People!"
You shout as we pass by
But hasn't anyone ever
Stopped to wonder why
We paint on our smiles
As we sob and we cry
And we crawl and we fall
And we weep and we die?
It's because as Circus People
We live way up high
In the knots of a tightrope
In a trapeze's tie
And to be Circus People
You must think we are fine
So we paint and we hate
And we cry and we lie.
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Amethyst loved everything about the circus, from the people in it to the sparkly costumes to its earthy animal smell. She especially liked watching minka twist herself into letters and knots and shapes. She had never seen anyone so flexible.
Most of all, she loved the constant flow of activity. It kept her mind away from Daddy and Mommy and home.
In her bag, she had packed Molly, Scrubbles, Brandon, Toto, Alice, Peter and one of the books her father had given her. Along with this she'd crammed a few pieces of fruit, one of Daddy's t shirts and a spare piece of underwear into the plastic satchel.
Minka laughed when she dumped its contents out on the floor in her little wagon. It was a quaint little place, but charming in its own right. Aimee liked the pictures Minka had painted on the metal walls and on the ceiling. The space was dimly lit by a little pink lamp that gave the entire room a rosy glow.
"This is cute," she said, picking up Alice and Peter who had clung to each other throughout the entire journey. Minka pulled Alice's velcro apart, separating her from her baby. She fell quiet, looking at the two of them.
A moment later, the curtain that served as her door burst open, revealing a young man with taut muscles and a wide grin. Minka looked up, a smile falling over her pointed face as well.
Aimee supposed that Minka was pretty. She had long blonde hair that spilled like curtains of a waterfall over her back. It was so lengthy that she could sit on it. Her eyes were deep brown and almost mean at first, but they were beginning to soften to Amethyst. She was tall and well built with a slender figure and muscles rippling in her calves.
The guy, she assumed, was Minka's friend, Rubin. He was pretty too.
"Who's your new friend?" Rubin asked, hoisting himself into the trailer. He sat down next to Minka on the floor.
Minka smiled at her. "This is Aimee. Aimee, that's Rubin."
He flashed a grin her way, leaning back against the wall. "Oh, alright then. Where'd she come from?"
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