razor cut

There was no more pain than from a razor cut.

To the other, the razor cut of a wall through land and psyche.

And each little piece of process is a razor cut bleeding away individual freedom.

Ryan had lived long enough on the razor cut of violence to know what that meant.

It was then razor cut into long graduated layers to give a full but very natural look.

He lay there, each breath a razor cut to his lungs.

Her platinum blond hair was razor cut in an almost military style.

The stylish razor cut looked as if it had just been finished, every strand of hair in place.

The hair was red, styled in an elegantly short razor cut.

Ben felt the rush of current like razor cuts scraping across his skin.

The razor cut was encircled by a deep oval bite mark.

The razor cut fast and close, if a trifle noisily.

Here's the template from the book: The delayed sting of the razor cut.

This time Razor Cut seemed to know the issue.

Waitin' without an end, every second's a razor cut across your mind.

The razors cut into the soft material, only millimetres away from his foot.

Pain, like a razor cut, was behind them.

Hair was razor cut into a long bob and heavily tousled into shape.

The cold stung like a razor cut, but he was through into the total darkness of the cavernous hull.

"Razor cut, my hand slipped while I was shaving."

"It was a remarkably clean incision It looked like a razor cut to me."

He would have been handsome, but his nose was too pinched and he had what looked like a razor cut for a mouth.

Double blade razors cut the hairs too short allowing them to grow in."

The area between Adam's apple and chin was still marked with a few crusty razor cuts.

The bleeding continued, so much blood for such a small wound, like a nasty razor cut that just wouldn't quit.