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."
Oct 15, 2013
Oct 15, 2013 at 6:31 AM UTC
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."
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