“My Skin Sings” by Ellen Meny
“Do you love me?”
My body tenses at the question, at his sudden wakefulness. He’s never asked that before, never in fifteen years, not even when he took my skin from me.
Read more“Do you love me?”
My body tenses at the question, at his sudden wakefulness. He’s never asked that before, never in fifteen years, not even when he took my skin from me.
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Read more“It’s important, when breaking a man, to know the fulcrum at his core, and the lever that moves him.”
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Read moreBear? I ask my traveling companion. My teeth chatter so hard I’m afraid they’ll chop off my tongue. “Yes, Girl?”
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