May the clown forgive
my shriek and my
little boy’s tears
when he sprang
like a rimshot out
of his tinkling tin
box and then vanished
into the attic forever.
May the clown forgive
my shriek and my
little boy’s tears
when he sprang
like a rimshot out
of his tinkling tin
box and then vanished
into the attic forever.
colouraphobia, op cit Stephen King, “It”