Voodoo's Needle

• Teresa Nguyen, Grade 8
• Poetry
• 2014

There's nothing left of me now
I'm through and done with all your vows
You're the winner in this pageantry
But the only trophy you'll win is catastrophe
Take my soul, the thing you stole
Watch it burn like flaming coals
There is no cure, because of you I must endure
Just watch and wait, for my head on a silver plate
Don't try to think or reminisce about me
What do you think this is? Some jubilee?
My very being hurts, it aches
Because you've put my heart as its stake
You have the nerve to wish me well.
But all I want is to wish you hell.
I'm the doll you used; I've escaped from your grasp
You laugh and bring it down; my final breath is a pained gasp.