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Another one
It's 3am. I should sleep but these are oddly addictive...
Talitha Kumi
He remembers the girls the best, though his memory is muddled these days and the faces run together. But he sees them, broken and bloodied, and he begs forgiveness till his throat is raw but they just stare at him with blank, dead eyes.
He rocks on his heels in the corner of the basement, hugging himself, and in his mind he's back in Sunday school long ago and the pastor is telling them about Jesus raising the little girl from death.
"Talitha kumi," Spike whispers to himself - maiden, arise - but the dead girls can't, won't hear him.
Talitha Kumi
He remembers the girls the best, though his memory is muddled these days and the faces run together. But he sees them, broken and bloodied, and he begs forgiveness till his throat is raw but they just stare at him with blank, dead eyes.
He rocks on his heels in the corner of the basement, hugging himself, and in his mind he's back in Sunday school long ago and the pastor is telling them about Jesus raising the little girl from death.
"Talitha kumi," Spike whispers to himself - maiden, arise - but the dead girls can't, won't hear him.
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