“The burning red taste of blood floods my mouth. The sparkle of life sprays out of his cells like citrus mist from an orange peel, and I suck it in.” — Isaac Marion Copy Share Image
“These people, these beautiful Living women, they don't seem to make the connection between me and the creatures that keep killing everything they love.… — Isaac Marion Copy Share Image
“You and I are victims of the same disease. We're fighting the same war, just different battles in different theaters, and it's way too… — Isaac Marion Copy Share Image
“She looks at her wrist, those thin scars like an entry stamp for some horrible concert. 'All the shitty stuff people do to themselves...… — Isaac Marion Copy Share Image
“I guess I talk a lot of shit about Perry, but it's not like I'm such a shiny happy person either, you know? I'm… — Isaac Marion Copy Share Image
I want to change my punctuation. I long for exclamation marks, but I'm drowning in ellipses. — Isaac Marion Copy Share Image
I feel the flatline of my existence disrupting, forming heartbeat hills and valleys — Isaac Marion Copy Share Image
But it does make me sad that we've forgotten our names. Out of everything, this seems to me the most tragic. I miss my… — Isaac Marion Copy Share Image
It's not like I'm such a shiny happy person either, you know? I'm a wreck too, I'm just... still alive. — Isaac Marion Copy Share Image
“I run through the dark entry corridor toward the light on the other end, wondering if this is a birth canal or the tunnel… — Isaac Marion Copy Share Image
“I want the pain of knowing them, and by extension myself: who and what I really am. Maybe with that scalpel, red-hot and sterilized… — Isaac Marion Copy Share Image
Just... ate," M says, frowning at me a little. "Two days...ago." I grab my stomach again. "Feel empty. Feel... dead." He nods. "Marr...iage. — Isaac Marion Copy Share Image
It’s sad to see them staring wistfully through the window when the door isn’t locked. — Isaac Marion Copy Share Image
