There is a certain kind of death before life. Akin to the idea of time. Before birth there lays the eternal individual, there in the mouth of heaven, vocal cords are ready to vibrate and sing. If we are lucky, we shall sing as a flower sings, or a tree and be unheard in the world.
Miss Baudin agreed and was convinced that pregnancy is the closest you can come to magic. That to be pregnant was a way to bring you closer to the real thing. Her dog had just given birth to twelve puppies and was in a state of high visions during her pregnancy. This was no virgin birth. So, Miss Baudin had her doubts. In her darkened sleep she averted her eyes and had not counted on the existence of dreams and became paralyzed with terror. Waking up in fits of panic and wet with sin. Those evil symbols of hell. In flesh and blood our lies manifest. Miss Baudin was pregnant. That is to say ready to burst. She had desires trapped in her body that crushed her organs. Her doctor had no way of relieving her agony as the root was not physical but spiritual.

‘’I want to be eaten’’ Miss Baudin explains.

‘’What do you...