By Tru Dillon
The clay timidly clings
to our netherlands
whilst we make our Voodoo Dolls
from what falls off
Mine is fat and buxom
yours has a big alien head
We push in tiny pinon nuts
for eyes and leave them both mouthless
These are dolls of ourselves
With pain to be only self administered
Through the eons we will cringe
with fear
at how cruel
we can be to ourself
Tru Dillon has been involved in art since she was born. Drawing, painting, singing and writing have captured her interest above all else. She wrote her first book of poems at 12 years of age and has since written many more poems and is hoping someday to create another book of her poetry. For now she is content to write on the World Wide Web.
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