With ravenous hunger I sponge down the body, throbbing with excitement. The first cut makes me shudder with anticipation, the Y incision.
I cover the face with the top flap of skin I don’t want that fucker looking at me.
Next comes the saw, almost my favourite bit, forcing my way through each rib, pulling them out one by one, savouring the moment.
Time for the organs now, I slice the connection of each piece to the body and gently remove them as one,
Now for what makes this one tick, cut my way through the brainstem, pull it out examine the worming pieces of meat that control every human urge then dunk it into formalin,
Whilst draining the intestines to rid them of any undigested food and faeces a little sadness sweeps over me knowing I am almost through,
Ripping through the stomach to examine the rest of its contents, I love the feel of bloodied cold flesh between my fingers
Gathering microscopic samples of all organs for analysis
I cut open all major blood vessels examine them lengthwise
I sew him back up so family and friends can pretend he is alive/sleeping while they say goodbye
i’m working on writing graphically about autopsies because my partner is in a band and wants songs about this sort of thing, its not usually something i would write. i wrote it as if i was a coroner doing his job but secretly getting pleasure out of it. any comments would be greatly appreciated. its just a very rough idea of what i want to acheieve