A turning point in my life was when I beheld my first cadaver. My first reaction was not fear, but anger. Do we need to go this far to learn human anatomy?
"These are people who have donated their bodies to the university. When the dissection is over, they're gone be cremated and their families are invited to participate in their memorial ceremony with the students."
Cadaver
Last night I had a dream.
A brief repose from my wide-eyed dreads.
I went floating down a stream.
And then the waters turned to red.
I heard you laugh in mockery.
Delighted with my pain.
Your blazing eyes stared down on me.
And seared my open veins.
I sought out asylum.
But the wounds never mend.
If you love me at all.
Then please.
Just let it end.
Tortured when I wake.
Haunted while I sleep.
When will I be released?
When will I finally rest in peace?
Eviscerate me.
Desecrate me.
Nail me to your cross unblessed.
You've crucified my sanity.
My heart.
My soul.
So now just take the rest.
I kid myself.
Because I know my fate.
I've read the epitaph.
Upon my slate.
"He wanted love, but could not have her."
"So here he lies in state."
"As her cadaver."
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