“A pattern of raised crisscrossed scars, some old and white, others more recent in various shades of pink and red. Exposing the stress of the structure underneath its paint”
— Amy Efaw
“And wishes, truly wishes, that she could say the same herself. Because hurting herself would be so much easier.”
— Amy Efaw
“She can paint a lovely picture, but this story has a twist. her paintbrush is a razor, and her canvas is her wrist.”
— Amy Efaw
“Devon had been so lonely, so terribly lonely, for so long. The kind of lonely that sears, that burrows its way deep inside a heart and throbs. Like a gnawing hunger.”
— Amy Efaw