Notes on an Execution

by Danya Kukafka

Motherhood was, by nature, a thing you did alone.

Human nature could be so hideous, but it persisted in this ugliness by insisting it was good.

Death is cruel, and infinite, and inevitable, but it is not the end.

There were things I felt, before the fear. I ate an orange in the sun. Let me tell you how it tasted.