Monster Carnivale

The serpents of the stock trade
are still working their way
to the coffin.

I demanded, for once, an answer
and got "holy water" and
a broken champagne glass,
the shards cut my hands
like broken teeth.

Alice is calling
through her tunnel vision,
mask the devil in the mayhem rite,
whisper in my ear,
make me believe it.

Bleeding wings,
skating misfits on the ice
over the river Styx.
Smirk and die a little,
cry and breathe the moment in,
turn into your monster,
Let the fun fair begin.

- Megan

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