Resuscitations (Fathom mag)
A naked woman with a belly round as the earth swayed and moaned on bare feet in a dark room. Her sweaty hair stuck to her forehead from the work of childbirth. Her flushed skin was pulled taut to accommodate another human body within its walls. She reached her hand out for me as her breathing turned to rapid, short bursts. “Okay,” she said with grit teeth and eyes clenched shut, “here comes another one.” She held her breath. I let her squeeze my hand until all the bones touched, skin bleachy from the pressure.
