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Needle Stage
The crowds went wild when you fell apart.
And I cried to see just how many people
From all nations came to see the performance.
The playwright was truly delighted at
Just how fast the tickets sold out.
The actors encouraged the audience
To litter the stage with band aids
All as a part of some sick joke.
They had all your bruises labeled
With expensive price tags to display
In front of an expecting audience.
I bet they’ll sale your broken limbs
for thousands on the black market.
They would probably lynch the janitor
If he tried to stitch you back together.
Which explains why he wept so hard
As he silently carried you off the stage.
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Oh my, the horror of the monster theatre and its "sick joke." It rather reminds me of my fear of the circus. You're always doing the right things at the wrong time (which is really the right time), and the result is these beautiful broken narratives. I like that the poor old janitor (bless his heart) is sobbing in desperation as he cleans up the mess. There's always a kindly character backstage.
Masterful job, Boosflash.
Oh wow. This is gorgeous and beautiful and heartbreaking at the same time. I do believe I might shatter, reminiscent of the actor's demise. Like a lone gladiator, maybe, nothing fighting him but himself and the crowd.
That sounds like a beautiful and disgusting performance art piece.