mime’s last act

he was trapped in an invisible box his smile was painted on but the terror in his eyes was real contagious

he pulled out something from his pocket a pistol i watched in horror as he screwed a tube onto the end

he looked at me with sorrow on his face silently pounding a fist against the clear wall of his solitary prison

he smiled at me but it never reached his eyes then he raised the gun to his temple while mouthing an apology

i flinched as the trigger is squeezed and the cloud of red mist sprayed along the seamless walls of his cage

his body slumped down to the ground as the unfelt wind gently blew his beret along to settle in the pooling blood of a final act

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