Friday, January 20, 2017

CIRQUE: ACT 2 by Ashleigh Giannoccaro

Without my box I can’t be me

Kidnapped by a clown close to the sea

He’s torn inside where one equals two

One I hate, the other I love true

Secrets and lies become alibis

Sivan is damaged, it’s in his eyes

Riddles unravel when you know who masters

Now Imogene’s only home is Masters

An eye playing spy held me together

When I broke, he broke, two ends of frayed tether

We’re joined by the past like twin souls in hell

Innocent angels molested, and fell

I escaped it, but need to go back.

To love the man with his face painted black.

The circus is known for its eternal magic

Our tent of freedom is simply tragic.

Once a little girl fell, then she fell for me

I’m a fool, and she’s a fool for me

There’s a clown inside us all; a purpose

But this life, it’s all just a circus.



Bestselling Author Ashleigh Giannoccaro writes edgy dark romance and erotic horror, self published by choice she writes the stories others don’t dare. Currently residing in Johannesburg South Africa with her husband and two daughters Ashleigh enjoys writing stories that make you fall in love with the unlovable and leave you asking questions. When not writing she can be found with her kindle in a sunny spot reading or traveling with her family.

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