Voodoo

My sharp blade carves your initial

Its slender shape names this effigy, as you

Your mortal body bound to this woven doll

My fingers tighten their hold, constricting your breath

All harm you’ve done is returning to you

As needles pierce and slowly break skin

Drawn lines of blood spring from cloth

What was mine is now yours

My suffering returned to you

The balance of power now lies in my hands

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