Razor Wire Kiss

Hey punk, looking for unrelenting, nerve-shattering horror with shreds of pink fiberglass that cling to your soft little laboring heart? Razor Wire Kiss has awakened from its dark dormancy. It screams and screams. Cold, gnarled hands reach up through black depths to violate the living and the dead. Razor Wire Kiss is the literary equivalent of sex with a corpse. It is a bleeding papercut of the mind. Razor Wire Kiss, kiddies. Razor Wire Kiss!