sutures

Sutures

by chris.

he licked the sutures with a cow's tongue from the meat market. he let it sit out for
a while, but it was still cool in his hand. he had slapped it on the countertop to
soften it a little. it was still stiff and rigid, though, and made his job harder.

the skin around the sutures was inflamed and red. blood or puss or fluid seeped out
in several places. these the tongue cleaned. he had to dip the tongue in a tall glass
of water to remoisten it every once in a while, then he'd drag it across the wound
several times, then remoisten. each hour he had to exchange the murky pink water with
fresh water from the tap.

and the tongue fit perfectly inside the glass. this was one problem with which he
didn't have to burden himself. after five hours of the cleaning the first suture ripped
out. he grimaced and wiped it off the tongue onto the paper towel in front of him.
blood trickled out of the new wound caused by the stitch's removal and mangled flesh
puffed out after being torn.

after four more hours of work, all the stitches lay on the paper towel with small bloody
spots forming underneath them. he then lay on his stomach on his couch so as to keep his
intestines from falling out onto his floor.

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