open to. @shaketothesin's mica martin ! setting. olive branch park, dawn.
" you know, " voice verging upon vulnerability — the type of openness one would only experience in a near-death situation, pleading to whatever higher forces whose gazes cast upon them now. it's all their voice seems to be, these days - shaking, unsure, as if a cog slipped but the machine still ran. " my folks were always scared of marrow, the ones i grew up with ... said this town was cursed, full of people who ain't fittin' anywhere else — 's what brought them here, they said. ——— what does that mean for me, now, if it feels like i'm not even fittin' here ? what's left ? "











