“Jayce continued to stare at her,his chest falling and rising erratically.Oh,yeah,she´d pissed him off really good. "Get.On.My.Bike."The words tore from his throat with apparent difficulty.” — Katie Reus 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
