Killing Hands
July 14, 2009 Leave a comment
I have three killers. They’re part of me only in that they sit at the back of my mind and chuckle and smoke and wait. Sometimes I think it’s inevitable. Sometimes I like to tease them, consider for too long, tempt them with blood. Sometimes I just say no.
Regardless of what they say or do, they are parts of me whether I like it or not. They are parts of me that should only really be themselves. And so I write for them. I speak for them. I give them words, lend them my hands, show them freedom. Because with my hands they are no longer parts of me, with my hands they are themselves and can reach out to others as they please, show and touch and speak as they please.
So for a while my hands will be Killing Hands. For them. So that they can stretch their legs and move their mouths and have others hear them. So that they don’t become restless. So that my hands can be their Killing Hands and not my own. Because while they have my Killing Hands they are not a part of me and I can write without fear. They are the hands of killers and while the blood still comes through words, everything can just be fine.
I have three killers and two Killing Hands. No hesitations. They are no longer a part of me, now my hands speak for them.
-Killing Hands, a new project
For Janus, Rohan and Vatusia
My beloved murderers
