Pitch Madness SJ-9: RAGDOLL


YA Magical Realism
Word Count:  53,000
Pitch: A
sixteen-year-old girl isn’t the only one writing in her Diary Dearest. Her
dolls are, too. Ancestral types named Ragdoll and Porcelain Doll who crave two
very different endings for the girl they haunt.
i crinkle to life
when her blood spills.
i move in red and
she don’t see me
as i truly am and she don’t know that i see,
i am her
childhood doll.
i’ve seen since
we first found each otha’.
she was four.
that be twelve
years ago.
i been ‘round
lots longer.
i don’t know how
i only remember
the smell of smoke and turpentine,
the taste of
oiled cinnamon,
the feel of hard
straw and needle pinch as it sewed on each stitch of mouth and coarse yarn
i didn’t have to
see to know it flamed shaggy red.
it was a long and
painful process.
creation always
the nimble
strength and rough tenderness in my maker’s hands taught me everything
i needed to know
’bout love.
my button eyes
were sewn on last.
i saw my maker.
old and
weathered, battered by time, her skin dark chocolate, and her eyes rheumatic.
she saw me smile
and smiled in return, patting my stuffed arms and legs.
she’ll need you,
she whispered in a voice i recognized as my own.
i travelled great
distances, through many hands and lives,
none of ‘em right
for me,
to find the girl
who needs me most,
the one my
creator created me for.
Friday, October
My dolls haunt me. They jump inside me and
make me write things I don’t want to write. Things I don’t need to remember. I
try to ignore them, but it doesn’t do any good.

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