Category: Novels
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Spinal replacement. The words seem so innocent, so procedural. Yet the reality of slicing meat from the bone with nerves cut and resown give a description resolute to invoke images of burning agony. If this were the least of my…
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Please, my fingers, just let me keep my fingers. It is an amazing plea to a cold unfeeling disease. I never quiet thought about the prospects of losing a limb. However now, I find myself tormented by the idea of…
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I haven’t questioned my bones enough. Laid bare where once flesh laid now stained red, dyed and clothed in a thin fabric of tethered tissue. Though not quiet white, their cleanness peaks through this mess of decay. Yet the little…
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Failure, procedure, and failure. As long as I toiled with this cure turned disease that has ravaged all our remains, I have yet to discover a supply adequate to cut out this syndrome from our bodies. It traps us inside…

