Singing With All My Skin and Bone

Singing With All My Skin and Bone

Come, my love, and I'll tell you a tale.<br /><br />Tell me about the times before the fires. Sit down beside me in the dust and<br />tell me stories of empire. Tell me about the times before the stars were so bright.<br />Tell me about the times before the sun cracked. Tell me a fairy story, a story with heroes.<br />Tell me a story that isn't this story. I need you to tell it to me like stories still matter.<br />I need you to tell me a story so I can put it in me and carry it with me. Tell me. Tell me<br />all of it, to my teeth and tongue and throat. Tell it to my belly, my heart. Tell me and<br />I swear I'€™ll believe you. Oh my best beloved, tell me the story and I'll believe in the light again.<br />Tell me. Tell me all of it.<br /><br />"Sex, oddity, horror, transfiguration: Sunny Moraine's stories cut straight through to the<br />heart of even the most complicated concepts, turning words inside out with truly offensive skill,<br />wringing them for every last scrap of beautiful terror. They will make readers want to write and<br />writers want to stop writing, on the grounds that any idea they might have has demonstrably<br />been done before, and far better.<br />- Gemma Files, Author of Experimental Film