Jagatud heli

‎It was no longer coincidence. It was a cycle. Whenever death came for her, she transferred it into a baby or into an unborn child. Life for life. Breath for breath. Mothers stopped letting their children play outside. Pregnant women avoided the roads near her hut. Whenever Amora coughed, doors shut immediately. People warned their children, “Do not look into her eyes.” Because her eyes were her weapon.