Perfection; ah, perfection, see?
A flawless work of art is she.
Come one! Come all! Flock ‘round to see
the girl with porcelain eyes.
Careful now – don’t touch, just stare;
silk sunshine is her fool’s gold hair
and, ah! Her skin! So cold, so fair,
so fragile a disguise.
Sure, she’s stone beneath your fingertips
but just look at her hands, her hips!
So finely sculpted, like her lips
which curve in ruby lies.
Yes, lovely! Lovely! Lovely, she!
Now right this way! Please follow me!
You didn’t pay us just to see
the jade in azure eyes!
Notice there, a boy with claws!
A bearded wench to drop your jaws!
Yes, gawk! We thrive on your applause
and lucrative surprise!
You’ll wonder at this freakish show –
And wonder’s beauty, don’t you know?
Stop there! Please keep your distance though;
we want you awed, not wise.
No, wise won’t do; you like the lies
– And so do they, and so do I –
So blow her kisses, wave goodbyes
to her artful, red-lipped guise.
And never, ever glimpse what hides
yearning, burning, behind porcelain eyes.
“Porcelain Eyes (Welcome to the Freak Show)” By Ellie Scrivener
