6 To 8--Rag Doll
Remembrances tightly sealed in an old
Victorian trunk, cast off-- how we escaped
from a voodoo doll needled, chained – its button eyes
plucked from a sorceress' wicked incantations,
leaving traces of Grandma’s unknown lunacy—
though we moved away, that ragged hem , torn limbs
of a puppet, still stabs me when full of moon drowns me.
Oct 25, 2017
6 TO 8 Contest hosted by Nette Onclaud
Theme--Rag Doll
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