Tonight's Poet Corner: Come One, Bleed All
Come One, Bleed All by Belinda Roddie Carnage for the carnival, please: It's the only way that the dancers can keep dancing, and the sword swallower can keep swallowiing swords without hemorrhaging, and the clowns can keep pretending to find comedy within tragedy, and the beasts can sustain more humanity than you can. A little blood would be a boon, a vial of violence for your troubles. After all, that's all you need for the entry fee.
