Staring blankly

through nylon ringlets,

their gaze rests upon you.

Cold shark eyes;

innocent and knowing

in unison.

How many years

have they posed on that shelf,

dust blemishing

their snowy complexion?

They see you,

and they know you,

as they have known

the fluffy secrets

in the candy hearts

of so many little girls

before you.

They see

more than

they should.