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My father murdered my twin
When my father murdered my twin sister
they did it the basement in Denver. They had a table
with sawhorses
and sawdust to catch the blood. They made me eat the
sawdust after. My
father was wearing a mask but I am sure it was him, I
recognized him
anyway. He chopped off one arm with an axe and then
the other, and
then one leg. This was on the eve of our birthday
because he wanted to
send her back the day she came, the same hour if
possible and we were
born at 12:41 and 12:51. It was so awful to watch her
suffer. A part
of me died that will never live again.
He raped her with one of her arms, and was going to
continue to
torture her but she died. She died before they were
ready. They were
angry.
They put me in a coffin with her body and buried us
in the
backyard. I don't know how long I was down there but I
do remember the
sound of earth hitting the top. When they opened the
coffin it was
snowing.
They did terrible things to her dead body. They
made me do them too
and I don't know how to get through that. They fed her
tongue to our
dog. They removed her eyes her brain. They made me eat
her brain. It
had been long enough that there were maggots. At the
time I thought
they were worms. They told me one of the worms stayed
inside and that
if I ever told it would get bigger and kill me.
After that I got sick. So sick I ran a terrible
fever for days. I
kept asking for Elizabeth. They told me I was
delerious.
All of these things I've remembered for a long time
except the
threat about the worm eating me. And then on Monday I
remembered they
put her head near my bed where we had slept together
before, her head
with no eyes no body lips sewn shut. Sitting there in
the dark. It was
so horrible, I can't ever express.
The worst thing this month has been realizing they
saved little
pieces of her bones. That they used them, maybe still
do. I hate that
they have any part of her. I hate them so much for
killing her. I hate
them so much for killing Christopher.
Honey Marie, twin to Elizabeth
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