by Josef Webster
It sits there ragged, lifeless
With its sardonic, sadistic smile
It gives me an egregious wink
With its bewitching beady eye,
I grasp it. Unfeeling, unseeing
Possessed, I take out a needle
And plunge it into the doll's woollen viscera,
Jab, stab, slash,
My eyes cloud over with hatred -
Breathe.
Finally.
He’s dead.