Hollowing Grainne Kane
Begin with a scratch to the scalp, an insidious itch that won’t lessen no matter how quick or deep nails press down. With each carving stroke take white flesh away under fingernails, strips and crusts of grit and oil, crumbling like soft white chalk. The black of blood set in scab, pick that away, the crust of crème brulee, nails… Read more →