I felt angry, frustrated. I felt I didn't belong, not in my, church, not in my home, not in my skin.
BurnedNo real lady would let a dress that might have been worn by a stranger touch her skin.
Clockwork AngelThe gloaming that closed over us the cemetery had crawled inside his skin.
The Impossible Knife of MemoryTender," she said again. "Tender is kind and gentle. It's also sore, like the skin around an injury.
The Space BetweenYou’re my change of skin / my summer-winter-fall / I spring to follow you / this loss is beautiful.
Shiver