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“Her body disappears like my voice When I look too closely in the mirror Without the pages of a notebook, a pen To save…

— Stasia Ward Kehoe

“eyes are drawn to the side pocket where I saw her put my phone. I can see it poking out, on a bed of…

— Gillian McAllister

“Even without a bite to mark her perfect, creamy skin, they’d know to whom she belonged.”

— Lia Davis

There's a place on my arm where I've written her name next to mine.

— Tom Waits

“I saw fingerprint sized bruises on her thighs. She told me she had been bumping into things at work. They disappeared afterwards. I later…

— Steven Magee

“The effects of her words stung me, and after she stole away I stood a long while before her looking glass, studying my profile,…

— Patrick deWitt

“She was his as surely as if he'd branded his name on her skin.”

— Sylvain Reynard

“She jotted this down in her ubiquitous notebook.”

— Jeffery Deaver

“No, wait, let me guess. Skin of the finest porcelin. Hair of the softest silk. A voice like birdsong, a smile like sunshine, and…

— Anonymous

“She tucked the stiff envelope into her pocket and it pressed against her leg all day, reminding her that she had been written to,…

— Rosie Alison

“She got under your skin like a sliver of wood that’s always a little bit raw and irritated, never working its way out again.”

— J.S. Scott

“I went home that day, and I wrote your name over and over on a piece of paper. I must have written it a…

— Gwen Hayes