“Pray for Us Sinners” by Breanne Mc Ivor
My son saw women peel their skin from their bones and burn their bodies out like cane fire before bed . . .
My son saw women peel their skin from their bones and burn their bodies out like cane fire before bed . . .
It was hard to resist the lure of Miss Chantal. Her silky-smooth waist-length hair was as dark as her haunting round eyes, set a little too far apart in her heart-shaped face . . .
We never give up being wanted . . .