Keep It in the Family

by John Marrs

I know that I wear a different, tougher skin now to the one I was born into, but scratch beneath the surface and below I am that same, frightened child.

To some, I’m a saviour, but to others, I’m a monster. I know what my work has been about, all the souls I’ve saved from torment.

But I’ve grown to realise that when I don’t have blood on my hands, they are uncomfortably dry.

we’re only ever our true selves when we think we are alone.

Maybe that’s why she’s not the only girl in my life: subconsciously I keep a spare as I don’t want to be left on my own.