HAIR DOLL  (a stalker's tale)

Dear dreamy Amy, defiant fist fast
I sit right behind you in science class
Fair hair strands, one by one, slip emoting
away through ethereal air gently floating
towards the edge of my desk by the back of your chair

whispered winds flicker each soft tendril as it lingers
to be whisped away by destiny's fingers
I collect a part of you every day
and no one can take that away

I mixed my own blood with some clay
and shaped it in a special way
to look just like you, you and me true
meshed with your hair to make it true

marked with a pentagram and sent as spam
set inside your bedroom by the nightstand
you and I side by side holding hands
and unable to hide from what we can't understand

Tied and bound with strands of leather
you and I bound forever together
found in foul weather through the fall in the fall
bound together within our hair doll