Tuesday, October 21, 2014

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 

She's beautiful

I wonder how to steal her

Make the tears belong to me instead