Thickness of a throat,

when written by a poisonous source

He has lived

a life that resembles others,

or so it seems to be on a

harmless surface of

coiled skin


Simple life,

is often not enough for his kind, to

write a story might not only change his

suckish little story,

but he knows of voodoo dolls in keeps in his

sweet corner


Setting up a plot

, taking one doll in particular to be the

lead,

labeling himself the

master


As he’s making this masterpiece,

so they all say

he puts her melodic words in every page,

words melting readers in their seats in

spite of their fears


Liking what she comes to be,

the next chapter fills a lifetime of

activities,

sports,

friends

galore


Voodoo doll

screaming of pins,

punc-tur-ing

Control isn’t all it’s cracked up to be


But without fail his mind turns to

melious ways, his name starting to fade

in

and

, in measurable paragraphs


Never, I can’t be enough to SATISFY


Forcing himself

upon her, to have his way,

causing thickness of the throat, and

lengthening isolation

for he is the poisonous source