Category Archives: Death

How My Hands Grieve

Really early on this year I learnt something strange about myself, that when someone I know how to touch dies, my hands mourn. Dudge died before he got to my promised massage and I found that my hands could feel him. Were mapping out how to touch him, could feel were to pull back and … Read More

How Do I Explain This?

(Content Warning: Attempted Suicide, Violence, gory description, mentions of my own problems with suicidal ideation) FJ and I sat down tonight and drank the last of my good whisky. I had about a triple I suspect. I haven’t needed a drink like that in a long time but tonight I really did. I need to … Read More