Nonfiction by Paul Vega
Issue 2 / Nonfiction

Nonfiction by Paul Vega

In the acute care area, gurneys line the walls, small curtains opening up to people triaged out of their street clothes into cotton gowns and tiny beds. A man yells about razor blades in his veins, begs for medication for withdrawals. Another sits upright, the right side of his skull caved in and drooping into his shoulder like a chocolate bunny left to melt in the sun. Continue reading

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