I feel an unfamiliar but pleasant sensation in my lips, tugging them upward. This is... new.
Isaac MarionDeep under our feet the Earth holds its molten breath, while the bones of countless generations watch us and wait.
Isaac MarionStop. Breathe those useless breaths. Drop this piece of life youโre holding to your lips. Where are you? How long have you been here? Stop now. You have to stop. Squeeze shut your stinging eyes, and take another bite.
Isaac MarionI'm watching her talk. Watching her jaw move and collecting her words one by one as they spill from her lips. I don't deserve them. Her warm memories. I'd like to paint them over the bare plaster walls of my soul, but everything I paint seems to peel.
Isaac Marion