Carnie Val

She has no clue

As she sits there 

That I'm so close

A pane of glass away

She's sitting on the floor 

And looks like she's resting on the beach

Knees bent

Torso and arms making a triangle 

With the floor

And her posture would indicate 

How comfortable she is

Unless you spied the bindings

Her face is calm

Unless you noticed the tears

Her smile is serene

Unless you detected the grimace

A doll on display

The very last thing that should 

Be gawked at this 

Freakshow

She's beautiful

I wonder how to steal her

Make the tears belong to me instead