Memoirs of Mortality: The Haunting Odyssey of Kiler Davenport
This has been my life since I was 14. I am now 67 years old. These images will forever be burned into my mind, soul and spirit. Body after body after body. They chase me day and night. Yes, this is PTSD. The real deal. Business as usual for those of us who swarm to these grotesque scenes. Read this and know a little bit more about me (Kiler Davenport) and why I became a talk show host and non-fiction writer. Little aborted fetuses laying in my morgue in dolls clothes, in little red ski hats, like little shriveled prunes, eyes squinched, mama says don't they look so precious. I'm thinking to myself 'we should just throw them away', that is what we do with most fetuses. Mama wants a proper burial. so we give it to her. Fetus after fetus after fetus. Like little alien beings from another planet. I held them in the palm of my hand. and I said, “God, where are you?” Standing among stinking rotting decomp, swollen, oozing bodies of all race and age. the smell on my clothes fo...