The Last VooDoo Doll

I pinned it
there

and there

and

there.

Then stood back
to survey my handiwork.
The truth stared
blankly
with crossed out eyes

a red stitched tongue
lolled to the side.
Arms and legs prone
spread eagle
ready to receive
another.

Where was the
pop when I pricked
with the pin?
He was too stuffy.
I wasn't happy.

Somewhere in there

and there

and

there

was the gray matter.
My worth fluffed
up in the tidy confines
of a remnant
man
loosely stitched
together.

So I lopped off his head
and reworked the creation
by adding a heart
to his sleeve.

Then I burned him.