Voodoo doll

The room felt cheap,
a low wattage bulb
barely made it through
the gold tasseled lamp shade,
something had been boiled
before he arrived, the stench
cradled in his arms
crying for attention.

Once white net curtains,
stained yellow over a peeling
faux leather settee,
he sat and listened
to the muffled sound
of a distant TV.

Her Witch like features
bent crooked over the large
print of her heavy bound book,
her milky eyes looked blind
as she mouthed the words
and shook her head
with each new line.

He snapped up from his chair
as though being controlled
by pins, placed deep on to nerves,
his body looked awkward in its skin
as he staggered towards
a thin boned hand.

And there in the common room
they found each other,
danced for the first time
to soft music, only they could hear.