Rated R: Contains Death, Ghosts, and Children
by Benjanun Sriduangkaew
I am dead, and she knows.
My tangled hair does not impede desire. My excavated belly, loose sagging skin, does not make her avert her eyes. Her fingers touch the scars of birth and do not shy away. Her mouth closes over the coldness of my skin and does not spit it out.
I am a ghost, and she does not mind.
There is a thing in the cradle I rock, a lump of flesh, stained in my fluids. This is what killed me. A parasite that took all my food, stole all my breaths, until one day I woke up to find my heart stopped.
About the Author
Benjanun Sriduangkaew writes love letters to the future and beautiful bugs. Her fiction has appeared in Tor.com, Clarkesworld and Beneath Ceaseless Skies, among others.
About the Narrator
Nina Shaharuddin betters the world for a living and does stand-up comedy on the side.