The Unburied Ghost

Delia

Reva slapped me.

I probably deserved it.

That might be the first honest thing between us.

She looked at me like I was part of the house that took her apart. Maybe I am. Maybe fifteen years beside Isabel stains a person past washing.

I wanted to tell her I missed her.

I wanted to tell her I was sorry I kept breathing in the wrong place.

Instead, I gave her teeth because teeth are the only language I’m fluent in now.

My little sister is alive, and my little sister hates me.

Somehow, I need to reconcile both of these things.