The Thornbell does not require soft pats, though its scratches go deeper than those of cats. It can sing and move copper to rhythm, but once you have touched its revolutionary thorns, you will take the bull by its horns. Eye to eye, there will be no more hiding. Face your past; look through wounds and rip open scars in order to see what broke you the hardest. A collection of poems and short stories about the interplay of pain and pleasure, while being constantly on the run. Enjoy this piece of unhinged literature