Elizabeth Sigmon
They Found Her Body After Gabby Petito's murder, September 2021 They found her body; they found her body. They found her. I’m not sure why the world has stopped turning and I am still paused on that phrase, seeing and the CNN news blast flash on my screen over and over again as if nothing else matters. A woman is dead. She’s not the first promising young woman who chose the wrong lover, got screwed over, and was left dead in a ditch for the FBI to find. The details of gruesome, graphic murders of women my age soothe me into a good night’s sleep. Just like they never existed, their horrific last moment prophesied for the sake of my fucked-up lullaby That their bodies were meant for anything more than being dismembered and tossed out like the parts of broken mannequins that I used to take out 21
