Its neck gave up, head now limply hanging.
The frown slightly twitched, causing its face to crack.
Gracefully, Vincent's hands fixed its head back.
Its glass eye popped out, now aimlessly swaying.
The other one blinked, causing a tear to leak.
Gracefully, Vincent's fingers wiped its cheek.
Its spine popped, body now shakily wobbling.
The balance it lost, causing its body to fall.
Gracefully, Vincent held it before it would sprawl.
Its jaw cracked open, its voice now sobbing.
The melody sorrowful, causing Vincent to sigh.
Gracefully, Vincent kissed it, stopping the cry.
Its heart opened, wooden skin now breaking.
The soul awakened, causing it to be dissected.
Gracefully, Vincent smiled at him, the gesture reflected.
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Please leave a comment with your interpretation of the poem (poetry can always be viewed from many points of view) then take a look back to read mine (if you're interested):
It is about a man that eternally suffers because of other people (people metaphorically being the needles to the voodoo). Voodoo dolls don't feel pain, they just transmit it to the ones they represent, and so this man decides to psychologically take the place of the doll.
Vincent is there to accurately fix 'it', the doll, whenever it breaks, however at one point it hits rock bottom, and so Vincent can only resort to confessing his love, in hopes it would save the puppet. It does, cracking the wooden doll to reveal his beloved friend as a 'him', once again a human.
Dedicated to ConanEdelstein because their poems made me feel the need to write one myself :)
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