I've tried praying. It gives me comfort. But not as much as a cup of tea and a ginger nut biscuit.
Cold SkinMy father said to remember your enemies as well as your friends, and don't trust either of them.
Cold SkinI drew it over my skin like a violins bow, No one would ever hear the song of my shame.
Handle with CareDo you mind,” he asked politely, “if I slide my blade under your skin, just a little?
Beautiful Sorrows