It ’ s Time to Kill the Jester by Kaleb Tutt
The acrobatic jokester hides himself beneath the creaky floorboards of your childhood home . Copper bells rattle , hanging on the tips of his rainbow felt hat , he made you familiar with the quiet terrors of corporeal shadows
Dear mother , dear Father , please Believe me , he ’ s right there , laughing , giggling but They never believe .
Delusions , dreams , It ’ s just all in your head , kid
Fingers poking through termite holes , tickling your soles as you walk through the Valley of the Shadow of
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