Squeak

Moon reflects flamboyant hair
Tatter clothes staggered repair
Face-paint runs in streetlights
Wafts of cotton candy invites

Oversized shoes plot grounds
Soft reedy, mousy sounds,
Hone keen steely blade
Qualms mercilessly slayed

Silhouette in half pulled shade
Resentments for vows made
Hate copious like bulbous nose,
Calliope heart he dared expose.

Wicked smile on scarlet lips
As dagger through butter slips
How ridiculously absurd
Hasty squeaks last sounds heard