Voodoo Baby

Angela L. Lindseth

voodooThe doll glared at me from across the room. I hadn’t believed the old woman could construct life within a doll’s body, void of pulse, but there it was, a soldier waiting for its command.

The voodoo queen had warned me about the birthing process. It was dangerous and couldn’t be reversed. I didn’t have the same belief in her powers as the folk who lived along the delta. The legends ran deep, etched into the minds of the old, twisted by time. But then I saw the dull glow of its eyes shining on me, awakening for the first time.

Willful and wanting, like a baby’s first breath, it came into the world, gasping for air, wanting to live, needing to take life in order to save its own. Virgin lungs filled and wailed their hatred of the world.  It yearned for destruction and the demise of the person…

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About angelallindseth

Putting the finishing touches on The Contraption, a dystopian novel dealing with conversion therapy and social inequality. It's The Handmaid's Tale meets Divergent.
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