Epilogue  
 
I had black coffee.
The death of an inanimate friend
  is a death, none-the-less
and the sole eternal way to kill the spirit
inside the doll
that forever haunts
  requires no talisman
  no hocus
  no witch doctor.
Just and alone: a sharp sharp hook.
 Separate the seams
  connecting the head to the body
  the brain to the head
  and the heart from the torso.
Burn.
And with so, you were gone.
I thank you for your talent,
bestowed upon my crown
flowed upon the paper
and you are always within
                                 my head.
But now, you may disappear.
Never return.