Ana

“He kissed me with color, with drumbeat, and a surgeon’s precision. He kissed me with who he was, the sum of his life—and it was all encompassing. I wondered what I kissed him with since I was only broken parts.”
― Tarryn Fisher, Mud Vein

“Isaac: “It hurts me when you cry.”
Senna: “I’m crying, but I don’t feel anything,”
Isaac: “Yes, I know. That’s what hurts me the most.”
― Tarryn Fisher, Mud Vein

“Isaac is touch, and he is sound. He is smell and he is sight. I tried to make him a single sense like I did with everyone else, but he is all of them. He overpowers my senses and that is exactly why I ran from him. I was afraid of feeling brightly—afraid I would become used to the color and sounds and smells, and they would be taken from me. I was a self-fulfilling prophecy; destroying before I could be destroyed. I wrote about women like that, I didn’t realize I was one.”
― Tarryn Fisher, Mud Vein

“His lips move against my hair. “I’m sorry, Senna.”
I tremble. He’s sorry? Him? “For what?” There is a million year pause.
“I couldn’t save you this time.”
I cry into his chest. Not because he couldn’t. Because he wanted to.”
― Tarryn Fisher, Mud Vein