My insomnia worsened during the weeks leading up to the discovery of Vanessa Guillén’s remains. On April 22, she went missing from Fort Hood. For two months, people searched central Texas for her. I wasn’t hopeful that she’d be found alive and on the evening of the day that I learned the details of her femicide, I dreamt a gothic nightmare.
A figure silhouetted against the night sky appeared before me. I knew the figure’s gender not because I could see who she was but because I could sense who she was. My imagination always feminizes Death.