Naked Weapon
Watch another angel die
- Jan 7, 2024
- 104
For a number of reasons, I started to bear the guilt of a murder I did not commit: one against my past self. I look at photos of them and see something so blissful, a person who's desires to CTB were nothing more than fleeting thoughts about what happens when one dies. It's almost as though that person is a sibling; not me and yet so attached. That other me cannot have experienced the terrible things I have now been consumed by. That other me could sleep and laugh and dream and indulge. I do none of this, therefore I have transformed into someone else. Sure there's a gender component given that I am trans, but this scenario goes a step further. I only want to protect who I was.
In dreams I hold that younger me and we cry together. I tell them that they just have to wait. Someday soon I'll take my pain away and join them across the great divide. In order to protect them from recognition of abuse, a growing obsession with death, the horror of growing into a body they did not want, and the realisation that they were ill with things that have no cure, I killed them and, willingly, accept my final judgment.
In dreams I hold that younger me and we cry together. I tell them that they just have to wait. Someday soon I'll take my pain away and join them across the great divide. In order to protect them from recognition of abuse, a growing obsession with death, the horror of growing into a body they did not want, and the realisation that they were ill with things that have no cure, I killed them and, willingly, accept my final judgment.