#FridayPhrases (#13)

This week’s FridayPhrases post is a bit rushed as NaNoWriMo is draining the batteries. Squeezing everything else in around writing at the moment.

This week’s prompt: Tweets from the Dead

My tweets:

My fingers passed through the glass. Shock rippled through me. How? No thin reflection stared back at me. What had happened?

The flat tone of the hospital machine. I stare at my skeletal shape, lying there, organs finally given up. Ghostly hands before.

Hearts bleed. She watches tears. Just a ghost. But she can still feel. Why? The word hovers in the air. Why wasn’t she stronger?

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