Sarah

@skarabara.bsky.social

📷 I take pictures. 🏳️‍⚧️ Safe with me. ✊🏻 I have friends everywhere. I beat cancer (so far) and I will help beat tyranny.

I'm reading Demon Copperhead and it is surprising how many parts seem familiar. Growing up poor around other poor people feels the same, I guess. About halfway through, I recommend it.

#thecampfire Today's story is in the alt text. Sad words about death and dying and the dead. You don't have to read them, but I had to write them. The more time has passed (125 days), the deeper the sadness but it's less frequent. Life goes on and then, the hollowness becomes evident.

Image: a hand holding another set of hands, one pair much older. 

Words:

The warmth of touch. 
A hand on yours. 
A hug in a time of need. 

4:10 AM. 
Your body still warm, but not your body now. 
You are gone. 
Your warmth is still there. 

Checking pulses. 
Placing the oximeter in case we missed something. 
Listening for breath. 
Waiting for the chest to rise. 

Your legs are cold. 
I cover them. 
Your hands are cold. 
I hold them. 

It crawls up your body, this cold, bit by bit. 

Brother, sister, come.
Place your hand here, by the nape. 
You can still feel her warmth. 

Calls must be made. 
Plans carried out. 
But I keep returning. 

My hand reaching up to feel that sacred spot, where death has not yet reached. 
And then. 
Nothing.

I watched Bachelor Party at one friend's house almost every weekend and Splendor in the Grass at another friend's house every other weekend. That's what they owned. I don't remember what we had.

Meme: kids today are missing out of the pre-streaming era, where your childhood was at least partially defined by some semi-obscure movie your family just happened to own on tape and you're watched several dozen times.

This weekend, I got a clipboard and put some graph paper in it. I want to draw a dungeon and go door to door looking for adventurers. When they open the door... You find yourself in a forest clearing. A door stands before you. It is covered in dark moss hiding ancient runes. What do you do?