
What the Women in My Family Bury With Them
Kinfolk 1 — July 5, 2025
With 60% of your votes, this is the one we exhume first.
Not the loudest.
But the most burdened.
The one carrying lace slips and silence, unmailed letters and perfumed rage.
The hush has been cracked open.
Tomorrow at 9am, we begin.
The other names carved in the altar—
A Lover Teaches Me to Eat With My Hands
The Man Who Lit Church Candles and Walked Home in Heels
—wait their turn in the archive.
But they will rise.
For now, we start with the women.
And the things no one let them keep.
What happens after? That’s up to you.
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Either way, the archive continues.