she squatted down under the gutting table and there gave birth, as she had done four times before, and cut the newborn thing’s umbilical cord with her butcher knife. But then, on account of the heat and the stench, which she did not perceive as such but only as an unbearable, numbing something—like a field of lilies or a small room filled with too many daffodils—she grew faint, toppled to one side, fell out from under the table into the street, and lay there, knife in hand.
Uhhhhhh very very descriptive I don’t like this 😐
