????The Girl Who Was Buried Pregnant (Part 6) No one came to Ifeoma’s grave. Not even the wind. But something else did. From the soil above, a long, wet cry echoed—a sound that wasn’t made by lungs, but by roots vibrating with hunger. Beneath the earth, Ifeoma no longer had a body. She was becoming. Her spine was no longer bone—it was bark. Her veins pulsed with sap so black it moved like smoke. Her womb had stretched far beyond her corpse, a cavern now, where light had never entered. Inside it, the child twisted and bloomed like a tumor.
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