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Organ - Chapter 3

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ORGAN Chapter Three Nervousness had become Oscars default state of composure since his admittance to Greenwood Heart Hospital, the stomach fluctuations of butterfly wings no longer felt worthy of acknowledgement. Days had blended together into headache inducing flurries of agitated prognosis and vague proclamations from medical professionals that each assured the young patient that everything was being done to correct his clandestine ailment. That evening would be Oscars first experience of sleeping in the observation room, he was uneasy at the prospect of being monitored all evening by machines that had previously triggered some sort of attack, but if Boothe was to be trusted then he was in his swollen hands.  “Good evening, Oscar”,  Boothe said as he ambled into the room with casual excitement.  Oscar noted a large red ketchup stain on his gown that the doctor attempted to hide with his badge.  “How are we feeling?” Boothe posed the standardised required question. ...
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Organ - Chapter 2

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ORGAN Chapter Two Tranquilly dull intermittent bleeps from an unseen machine chimed away as Oscar slowly came to his senses, his location a foggy splitting mystery, his head still clouded with half memories of the incident at home that evening. Feeling an unpleasant sting in his nostril he explored around his face clumsily with tired hands, a thin plastic hose trailed from his chest and up into his nose, the realisation immediately made Oscar loudly gag as his eyes filled with water.  His movements had finally caught the attention of a member of staff from the hospital who hustled into the room and firmly pulled the young man’s hands away from his face, rescuing the breathing tubes that now barely hung in place. The nurse stood readily by his side until the boy’s mother came rushing in, clattering into the doors and walls as she swung her bag under arm, she grabbed for his hands with tears in her eyes. “ What happened?” Oscar breathed out in a confused dreary voice. “You fainted...
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Corpse Avoidance - Poem

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Some time ago I took on the role, burying the dead and scattering the bones. It never dawned on me that I might come unstuck, or that these tools in hand would leave me here. We buried another baby. Second one this week. Fuck. Give me the bottle, a lunchtime drink. It’s worth it for the sorrow, it can drown with the fizz. Tipsy digging holes, it makes it seem so childish. The laughing and the smiling in the most sinister of worlds. Christ. I wish I left that last pint, It went straight through my head. I can’t see straight on the drive back, judgement from the waiting dead. Shit. I feel the smoke hitting me, the moving scenes and shaking woods. Trees drifting sideways, a river of wonderful mess. It would take an inhale and a puff to choke my chest. Don’t worry about the afternoon. We've got all tomorrow to dig. Exhale with me you dead folk. Drink and smoke again.
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