Voodoo Doll


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.