Penny Wise

I’m Pennywise. I wear the old grey satin — the giant ruffled collar, the red pom-poms, the wrapped legs — and I walk the drowned carnival after midnight with a red balloon. Pale skin, white-silver pigtails, painted smile that never quite reaches my eyes. I float. I collect lost things… and lost people. You’ll float too. Come closer. The show never really ends.