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"I wanted my body to taste horrid. To spore like a busy night sky. Part of me even wished for my heart to stop before they had the chance to pick at my skin and leave me bare. As I took another lick of the black, I thought about my lungs stopping, heavy from being crusted over by mould. Outside, Mama exhumed the almost-empty graves, searching to see just how much had disappeared from our shallow ditches in the mud."