They took the ghost from her in ribbons. Thin, delicate and bloody threads, down with gravity, down into drains, that dead spillage, and in the bottom of bins. The ghost was spread thin. Mama had never wanted it gone, but when I came home she refused to hug me. Back in the earth with you. OUT OUT! The earth never wanted me, all I wanted was to be home inside her, not this ruined possibility turned to nothing. I waited until she slept and slipped into the furrows of her brow and slept myself.