Nocticadia

by Keri Lake

“The wealthy possess an insatiable appetite for the rare and priceless. They stare because you’re the only thing worth staring at.”

She was the warmth of the sun on a cold and rotting corpse. The first breath after a lifetime of death.

There was an implicit truth in the dead teaching the living, though. It was my mother, my refusal to accept her death, to accept what the world had taken from me,