In Mexican Isla de las Muñecas
Spirits are a sway
Into sobbing island, midway
Green terrain, outstay
Hanging dolls, clanging
On mantled, sky high, racking
Most shockingly, unearthly
Ghastly hairy, extremely, scary
Their eyeballs, dim, frozen still
Covered in destroyed, limbs and frill
Strung up in the air, overhanging
In creepy, ghostlike, swaying
© daniel miltz
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