On el Dia de los Muertos, the Puppet Feels

She births me on el Dia de los Muertos, stuffs me with hope and stitches me up… with deeds.

“Hope isn’t hard to find,” she says, “the thing grows wild out of the eyeballs of young children, and steady in the far stares of well-lived adults, who understand that ends are just new kinds of beginnings. The deeds, well… those take work and pain and blood.”

“It does hurt,” I say, clenching the painted cloth of my teeth against the jabbing pain, rubbing the crimsoned stitches she is using to secure the hope of young and old to the inside of my chest.

“I know.” She cuts the spare thread with her teeth, and kisses the top of my head, before taking a step back to smile at newly born me. Her lips are bloodied. Red has trickled down to her chest.

“You are dirty,” I say, pointing at the cloth that covers her heart.

She unbuttons the top of her dress, revealing fresh ragged stitches that mirror my own, and says, “Dirty? No, just paying the price for hope, for life.”

“I’m sorry,” I say with a smirk, knowing the crooked lines of my mouth morph the gesture into a creepy thing.

“Be not sorry, and live,” she tells me. Her smile is a red kick in the face of impossible.

She births me every Dia de los Muertos. And she stuffs me with hope which she bleeds for me.
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the wee notes…
– This bit of fiction was born out of my need to know why the Puppet in “Dance, Old Bones” had such a creepy smirk on her face. I guess now we know—most of us cringe at needles… but some of us (since we know we must) smirk in Pain’s face, showing a menacing amount of teeth.
– Linked to Incipient Wings’ Haunted Humpday.

puppet-detail-from-spelling-healing-into-a-rotting-world-by-sunshineshelledetail, from “Spelling Healing into a Rotting World”, by SunshineShelle

“I Am So Proud of All of Us,” she said. And I smiled…

…the smile sprouted out of my eyes, spread to my lips, and took root in my witchy heart.

Yes, my Luvs, that’s how I feel after Witches in Fiction 2016: Spelling Healing into a Rotting World. I chose the theme because my body has been a bastard for a while now… and because the world is being poisoned—literally and figuratively—by bastard(ish) people and situations. I was looking for a way to share my frustration and outrage, but your posts gave me more than that. We gave each other so much more than I expected. And for that, like Oma Linda, I am proud of us.

Thanks so much for being you, and for helping me do the same… especially when times get this tough on my flesh and bones. I promise to pay it forward, give the same back, send it around…

*three deep breaths…

…okay, two more*

Before I share the names of this year’s giveaway winners, I wish to thank our talented sponsors: Alchemy & Ashes, Eliora, Little Gothic Horrors, Magic Love Crow, Olde Baggs & Stuffed Shirts, SunshineShelle, Three Cats and a Broom, and Touch of the Goddess, you absolutely rock! Goodness knows that you didn’t have to do this, so I’m beyond grateful. Thank you!

So… the winners of the Witches in Fiction 2016 giveaways are:
1. Little Gothic Horrors’ giveaway – Ms Misantropia
2. Three Cats and a Broom’s giveaway – Melancholy & Menace
3. Eliora’s giveaway – Gail Ragsdale
4. Alchemy & Ashes giveaway – Rommy
5. SunshineShelle’s giveaway – Patsy Bachus Ridlon
6. and The Basket, brought to you by Magic Love Crow, Touch of the Goddess, Olde Baggs & Stuffed Shirts, and yours truly – Bookgirl (and Kai Brink, who will receive the Touch of the Goddess portion of The Basket)

Congratulations, my lucky Wicked Luvs! Please message me with your mailing information to magalyguerrero AT live DOT com. Please add the title of the giveaway you won to the subject line of your e-mail. I shall forward your information to the sponsors. Congrats again. ♥

love-baby-crow-by-magic-love-crowI am re-sharing “Love”, by Magic Love Crow, because every time I look at that HUGE smile, I find myself smiling too. I can’t help it. It must be the teeth, and the heart… and Stacy’s energy.