Suturing
Someday I too will be dead but not rotten. The undertaker will have drained my blood into the floor sink that leads to a flood of sewer waste and all I will have gotten was eye gloss and rouge and my lips sewed tight. My lost possessions will fill city dumps. My organs will set in formalin clumps. My skin will be glossy, waxy, and white. That is not the worst. I will not recall revisiting these…
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