Voodoo Girl Poem by Timothy Walter Burton

Voodoo Girl



Her skin is white cloth,
and she's all sewn apart
and she has many colored pins
sticking out of her heart.

She has many different zombies
who are deeply in her trance.
She even has a zombie
who was originally from France.

But she knows she has a curse on her,
a curse she cannot win.
For if someone gets
too close to her,

the pins stick farther in.

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Debbie 10 August 2019

Craziness loves company that visits via the open door of a mind less traveled.

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