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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 -



He’s dead.


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