I still see her in my dreams.
She hissed like a Cobra, as she screeched out of the ground, her scarred features constantly
induced a sense of terror within me, no matter how joyful my day had been.
I see the images of me lying there besides her, with dust and blood on my clothes.
I had no choice but to do what I did – I didn’t need her to remind me of my horrific past.
For if she had not known my promiscuous deeds, perhaps she would not have been impaled by her own sister.
