Slice. Suture. Repeat."

[How many times has it been now?
      Three or four? Three for certain. Or maybe this is four.
            Smiling is just... plastic and puzzled. Sordid, *****.
                  ..this is my face!]

"Slice. Suture. Repeat."

[Stiff. Arthritic. Brittle.
      Plums taste of plaster.  Chewing is almost impossible -
          congealed chalky paste.  Chicken or stew?
                At least she is still with me. I don't remember much...]

"Slice. Suture. Repeat."

  [Feeding time now requires intubation.
          the scar-tissue will need to be excised again. sigh
                so it was an accident, I think. Wasn't there someone... else? ]

"Slice. Suture. Repeat."

    [is Everything diluted.  blurry are Faces.
            with me One was... I think...
                  I don't mind much...]

"Call it.  He's gone."