
"Sometimes, the rain makes no sound. I wear a glove made of your skin. It's the colour of your skin. It's the colour of rain, soft and grey. It makes no sound, now as I flex my fingers inside it."
"I want to touch myself and pretend it's your hand. Love as leather. But I know I'm too far gone even for that now. I'm just a human bin filled with prescription pills, rinsed down with rainwater mixed with stolen medical alcohol and served in old vegetable tins."
..."The me you used to kiss thrashes like a cat in a sack, somewhere in the back of my head. ...You wouldn't know it to look at me. I am perfect and still and strong."
..."Moving only to stroke your skin. Sometimes, living makes no sound."
Truely powerful, obsessive prose - it's like Ellis is channeling Alan Moore!
The above cover is from upcoming issue #5, I love the tagline: "Your Imaginary Friend"
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