Voodoo

Voodoo

He gave me

a handmade box

with floral motifs

and four voodoo pins

inside, four tiny children

nailed to my body.

He said: I'm yours

even if required to prick

the bolt between my legs

and that viscera, the heart.

Pessimistic butterflies flew.

I heard their flapping, and

in the shadows. The snap

of a non-existent tongue.