“Those innocent eyes cut my soul like a razor...however, in a depraved man this, too, might be only a sensual attraction.”
“He cut the insides of my eyelids with razors.”
“A cut. That's what I felt. Words can cut, slice, like a razor.”
“Nobody can help me, those are my secrets, scarring my soul just as surely as that razor blade scarred my thighs all those years ago.”
“His face, like everything she knew about him, was purely contradictory. That cherubic mouth with those penetrating eyes: he was too lovely to be menacing, but too intense to be innocent.”
“I bite my fingernails till they look like disease, pull strips of my skin away. Get Daddy's razor out cabinet. Cut cut cut arm wrist, not trying to die, trying to plug myself back in. (111)”