by Zach Sneddon

the mirror frowns back at me in an angry clown's face

I look him in the eye and tell him to go fuck himself

the clown honks his horn, and squirts me with his trick flower

I punch the clown, hard, soaking the red foam nose in a hotter crimson

shattered, the clown falls to pieces and cries gibberish

I bandage my hand

"Umaro's Theme," from Final Fantasy III


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