WA 3, Draft 1 (aka L-A-M-E)
"forceps."slashing through flesh, veins, a thick congealed pulmonary artery.
"syringe."
trying to make it better by sucking all feeling away.
you can't keep feelings on a ventilahtor, can you?
"200 CCs of morphine."
your words spread like bacteraemia.
"scalpel."
you and i both know you can't keep this up.
my heart convulses as haematoma racks my body.
i guess we are done here.
"no need to autopsy."
posted by Marigene Willson @ 6:51 PM
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