| What a sturdy little box, that one built of iron and skin. I had such a time picking those locks but I finally got in. Lined in lace, its so beautiful that I must have it. I need more than a taste; I need as much as I can fit into my inadequate duffel bag. This is all I've ever wanted. I will be happy to say that it's all I've ever had; but no, I'm haunted by the fact that I will never become a part of the box that is your heart. |
| Iron and Skin |