Morbidly witnessing, I can’t turn away, draw shallow breaths to the tuneof tense piano, down-tempo electronica with staccato strings & pulsating percussion.My eyes mostly covered in palms,cautious to see only the snippets squeezing past the cracks in my fingers.Clever detectives note every hair, every errant fiber, blood-tinged footprints in the snow, splatter distance & subtle hesitation marks. All the pieces matter.My craving for why is insatiable,  until I plunge an ordinary … Continue reading When I Watch True Crime Documentaries on Netflix by Bridget Kriner