Her Sin

I see her rise from the slate. Rotting, seething, trembling. My legs are frozen, my heart aches as she sits up.


“Where-“ her voice, like a howl of air.


“You died sis. How? How can you be?”


The words were hard to come out, like a plug entering my throat.


“How am I alive?”


“If only I knew”

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