Voo Doo Dolls Poem by Eli Medina

Old empty potato bags woven with black un-orderly thread,

one never like the other inches apart but never together,

may even be tethered, tadder, and torn~

from the wounds that they suffered...

never saying a word with there mouths stitched together,

there two black buttoned eyes cant cry...

cause the stitchings to tight,

but its all ok~

when they both come together under the lovers moon light.