by Clifford K. Watkins, Jr. A spirit follows the composition wherever it goes Effortlessly fluttering like gossamer wings Transcending the mildew-stained wall and vast shadow A ballerina twirls radiantly Unwilling to tackle her reflection Leaving the audience in awe But soon unforgiving reality’s curtain descends And she’s faced with a portly clown Tears racing trails through face paint As transparency sheds light on the audience Of porcelain dolls and stuffed animals A girls stands naked beside a music box Alone in a stagnant room Tracing her mound of stretched skin Only wanting to vanish Clifford K. Watkins, Jr., has dabbled with various mediums in the creative realm. He has been writing poems, stories, and dirty limerick since elementary school. Through the years, he has performed as a comedian, rapper, and spoken-word artist. He hosted a call-in radio show for EPiphany Radio (2014-16) that featured spoken-word artists from all over the world. He currently resides in a small one-horse town in the Appalachian Mountains of Virginia, where he spends his free time writing, walking trails, and painting rocks. If you'd like to check out some of his comedic audio recordings, click here!
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