ONRYŌ

She was killed to bury the sins.
Now she is the sin.

They thought ending her would end it.
They were wrong.

She lingers where reflections live-
in water that trembles,
in glass that remembers.

Break it once, and she does not vanish.
She multiplies.

What was meant to cleanse becomes a doorway.

What was meant to hide becomes an invitation.

This is not a haunting.
It is a consequence unfolding.

And once she has seen you-
there is no reflection left that is only yours.