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Photos: Bladerunner (via Napalm Jelly)
Music: If I Had A Heart (Fuck Buttons Remix) by Fever Ray
Short Story: Michelle Tandoc-Pichereau

The child is resilient. At night, I wrap my hands around its clay skin, squeeze tight until the flesh swells like sausage. The child squirms and feigns sleep. In the morning it is again clasped to my ankle, tracking dust as I pace the floor, calling me Mama.

Sometimes I manage to lock the doors, but the child slips in through the window, crawls through the pipes, a pffft of air in the cracks in my walls. It smiles when it sees me, opens its grimy, nicked arms for a hug.

I leave the child in a cardboard box in the middle of the market, right there between slabs of pork and veined cheese. A second too quick and it’s in my footsteps, a shrunken shadow nipping at my heels. I growl and bare my teeth.

The child is there again, mewling.

A day, a moment. My hoisted shoulders crack from lifting. I succumb to the bitter, to the ache gutting me open. The child is there. The child is always there, watching me, eyes sharp like mirrors. I sob and blow it a kiss. I let it climb on my lap. I trace its cheek. I surrender.

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One Comment

  1. Posted February 10, 2010 at 1:54 pm | Permalink

    so good… just saw this in class

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