WA 3, Draft 3
"forceps."slashing through flesh.
veins collapse.
a thick congealed pulmonary artery appears.
"syringe."
i don't know how to make this better except to
suck all feeling away.
you can't keep feelings on a ventilahtor, can you?
"200 CCs of morphine."
your words echo through my body
spreading like bacteraemia.
"scalpel."
you and i both know we can't keep this up.
my entire being convulses.
haematoma racks my body.
i guess we are done here.
"no need to autopsy."
posted by Marigene Willson @ 11:21 AM
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