Singing With All My Skin and Bone

Come, my love, and I'll tell you a tale.

Tell me about the times before the fires. Sit down beside me in the dust and
tell me stories of empire. Tell me about the times before the stars were so bright.
Tell me about the times before the sun cracked. Tell me a fairy story, a story with heroes.
Tell me a story that isn't this story. I need you to tell it to me like stories still matter.
I need you to tell me a story so I can put it in me and carry it with me. Tell me. Tell me
all of it, to my teeth and tongue and throat. Tell it to my belly, my heart. Tell me and
I swear I'€™ll believe you. Oh my best beloved, tell me the story and I'll believe in the light again.
Tell me. Tell me all of it.

"Sex, oddity, horror, transfiguration: Sunny Moraine's stories cut straight through to the
heart of even the most complicated concepts, turning words inside out with truly offensive skill,
wringing them for every last scrap of beautiful terror. They will make readers want to write and
writers want to stop writing, on the grounds that any idea they might have has demonstrably
been done before, and far better.
- Gemma Files, Author of Experimental Film