Where fabric hangs from the weeping ceiling, Legs swaying, bend and twist... like a tortured feeling. It’s the Dark Carnival all over again! On the rickety roof, a silhouette stood, Waiting to entertain, unlike the others could. Eyes scanning, not one soul leaves her sight, Who will fall into the enchanting dance tonight? Standing tall... toes grippin’ the steel, She’s a human clockwork, a broken wheel. She folds her world till her heel meets her crown, A halo of bone, she refuses to look down. With a click in her hip and a catch in her breath, She’s kissing her heel in a dance against death. Swinging, twirling, knee to her forehead, a prayer in the air, A knot of white lace and a tangle of hair. When her eye catches yours, she will bend and snatch! So fast, nobody around you can feel the catch... Now she’s sitting high, pulling shins to her ears, A geometry of terrors, a compass of fears. She’s unspooling now, dropping an inch at a time, Covered in stain and the carnival’s grime. She hinges at the waist like a cellar door, One eye on the ceiling... one eye on YOU on the floor. Bending down... hand reaching below, A smile on her lips, tongue licking her teeth. She twists her legs into a face full of sorrow, When she greets you, you'll forget how to breathe. With a click in her hip and a catch in her breath, She’s kissing her heel in a dance against death. Swinging, twirling, knee to her forehead, a prayer in the air, A knot of white lace and a tangle of hair. When her eye catches yours, she will bend and snatch! So fast, nobody around you can feel the catch... Watch the dislocate walk on the silver wire, Shoulders unpinned, a soul for hire. She’s walking on air with her joints unlatched, A tattered kite with a shadow attached. Snap... Slide... Snap... Slide... Snap... She’s choosing the heart she will hide. She’s a paperclip girl on a silver swing, Folding her heart till it doesn’t sting. She’s reaching down... She’s found her match... ...Nobody feels the snatch © 2026 GalauMusic. All Rights Reserved.
