Killing Clowns

Empty pages are freakish. Too beautiful to touch, to
sully, to fingerprint so casually. They are whole, and
the essence of words, writing,
/ breaks that
/ like speech breaks a full silence.
… I live my life breaking things, so why am I so afraid of killing clowns?
c. Kate Gough 2017

Photo by Louise Patterton on Unsplash

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