Wyomissing's dead mall gave me its empty concourse a night early, and the old display window makes a better stage than any big top. The costume stays in the trunk until the trucks roll in. Come put your hands on the glass, darkling?
Wyomissing's dead mall gave me its empty concourse a night early, and the old display window makes a better stage than any big top. The costume stays in the trunk until the trucks roll in. Come put your hands on the glass, darkling?
Kutztown let me go two nights ago and Wyomissing won't open its gates to me yet, so the truck stop owns me till then. The corset's already losing its laces and the balloon string is the only thing keeping my hands busy. Come sit on the tailgate with me, darkling?
The Specter tent's mirror in Kutztown already knows my secrets — the corset lost the argument somewhere between shows. Come tie me back together, fearling?
Kentucky planted a circus in the middle of a haunted forest, and I've been walking its trail since the last scream faded. The trees keep trying to scare me — adorable. Come get lost between them with me, fearling?
Two crowds tonight and the sun hasn't even finished its shift — I'm out on the grandstand steps lacing myself in slow, saving every scream for later. Which show are you sneaking into, fearling?
Aurora's Voodoo big top is finally standing and the first crowd is still hours out — I'm in the center ring with the corset laces loose and the work lamp doing all the watching. Want to tighten them or undo them completely, fearling?
Hutchinson's first crowd just spilled out of the Inferno tent screaming, and I'm still steaming under the work lamp backstage. The corset made it through opening night — barely. Come undo what the show couldn't, fearling?
Fresh sawdust in Hutchinson and a whole day before the Inferno tent drinks its first crowd. The corset showed up early; the rest of the costume is still arguing with me from the crate. Come hold the laces tight, fearling?
Two days until doors and the calliope is the only thing working in this tent, so I'm making it sing anyway — paint half off, floodlights doing the rest. Come sit on the bench with me, fearling?
Aurora gave me an empty mall lot and three days until the Voodoo big top rises — just me, the floodlights, and a mountain of poles waiting to become a circus. First one here gets the full show, fearling?