I work with a traveling circus troop. My job is to tease hot dogs across a tightrope while singing.
My husband is the strongman and a trapeze artist. But the stress pushes him to the limit and he splits in half becoming two separate people. One of these men is ferocious and calculating. The other is sweet and loves me. The ferocious man demands my presence sending the sweet man away.
When he was both men together I loved him but now I only feel safe with the sweet man. I steal away from my bed by the hot dog stand to hug the sweet man.
The sweet man is very thin. His hip bones jut out and I wrap my arms around him several times. I whisper to the sweet man that I still love the ferocious man and cannot leave him. The ferocious man needs me more. The sweet man weeps.
One day a new circus act comes to the troop. She is a young girl with dark hair and trained poodles. She is/was me- I cut her away years ago and now she has grown a whole new body.
She wears a black tunic with lace embroidered out with pink thread. Her hair is curly and her breasts are round, firm and luscious.
The ferocious man lusts after her. He tells her secrets. I hear them at night moaning and grunting. Everyone does. The sweet man has long ago left the troop and I am alone in my bed. It is cold and I am crying.
The ferocious man tells me to leave. He is going to marry this new girl. She eyes all my clothes, surveying what will go and what will stay. Mental calculations tell me most will probably go. I am old. Well, not old but I have chosen poorly.
I should have chosen the sweet man. And now I am alone.
My husband is the strongman and a trapeze artist. But the stress pushes him to the limit and he splits in half becoming two separate people. One of these men is ferocious and calculating. The other is sweet and loves me. The ferocious man demands my presence sending the sweet man away.
When he was both men together I loved him but now I only feel safe with the sweet man. I steal away from my bed by the hot dog stand to hug the sweet man.
The sweet man is very thin. His hip bones jut out and I wrap my arms around him several times. I whisper to the sweet man that I still love the ferocious man and cannot leave him. The ferocious man needs me more. The sweet man weeps.
One day a new circus act comes to the troop. She is a young girl with dark hair and trained poodles. She is/was me- I cut her away years ago and now she has grown a whole new body.
She wears a black tunic with lace embroidered out with pink thread. Her hair is curly and her breasts are round, firm and luscious.
The ferocious man lusts after her. He tells her secrets. I hear them at night moaning and grunting. Everyone does. The sweet man has long ago left the troop and I am alone in my bed. It is cold and I am crying.
The ferocious man tells me to leave. He is going to marry this new girl. She eyes all my clothes, surveying what will go and what will stay. Mental calculations tell me most will probably go. I am old. Well, not old but I have chosen poorly.
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