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• The red and my handsJune 30, 2022
  When I disagree with Mother verbally I have the immediate somatic flashback of having been struck quite hard on the temples and back of my head. My arms begin to have the pins and needles feeling of falling asleep. I remember seeing my pillow, without a case, blooming with the red of occasional blood fromContinue reading “The red and my hands”
• Please just die.June 30, 2022
  I lay on the floor. If memory serves I was 8. My brothers father -redacted- had severely beaten me, which had become commonplace from 6 onwards. I would lay on the floor, fighting the incoming darkness of unconsciousness. My alter, Murder would urge me on to life and coherence. Cheering me. Asking how he couldContinue reading “Please just die.”