We carry secrets under our skin like shrapnel. Our surface wounds heal, but the damage festers underneath while we worry what tiny pieces will work their way to the surface for the world to see.
We don't always get what we want. And sometimes, when we do, it's not worth the price.
If you want vampires and werewolves, faeries, fallen angels or zombies, you won't find them here. I know a real-life monster.
