“Let me touch your skin." His words came out like a snake flicking its tongue, testing out the air to see if there was a possibility for lunch.” — J.L. Drake Copy Share Image
“At night, forgotten words tried to reach me. I listened with my skin. Words tore my skin off, crept inside me, and nestled down. I was a mass of wounds. When I opened my mouth in front of the mirror,… — Margarita Karapanou Copy Share Image
