Bloodied, torn and twisted

Severe mutilation is all that remains

Stagnation in shrink-wrap

Empty the contents onto the mortuary slab...



The morbid, muted body

Is dissected, lacerated and shred-

Life is hard as a mortuary technician

The fumes go straight to my head...



The trunk now depleted gristle, with bactericidal decay

This discissed disarticulation I bludgeon as I ablate...



Diluted spittle, bile and gore

Congealing puddles on the floor

Grotesquely dismembered

As the cavities I harshly sever...



Stabbing at the trachea, chest walls I puncture

Slicing back flesh I tear, subject to malacia...



"Advanced rigor mortis, the corpse internally bruised

Kaleidoscopic livor mortis, the carcass a shade of livid blue

Joints are stiffened, I now bend and crack

The cerebrum pulped, with cranial collapse..."



Bodily embalmed and fluids tapped

Maceration is oozing, as the insides I unwrap...



Finished with the fragments, a mass of stinking waste

Spread-eagled bloody mess, I hastily eviscerate...



Advanced Pyathrosis - let there be rot (fun in the morgue)

Foul autodigestion - necrotic mutation...



The gaping chest is crudely stitched up

Internal organs are hastily replaced

The carnage totally disfigured

Another pathological waste...



Flowing blood crusts

The corpse is totally rotten to the core

The miserable, festering stiff

I dismember with my saw...



The wounds are stitched, I shabbily try to repair

Disintegrating with histolycis and everyday wear and tear...



"Cadaveric dissolution, sliced, ripped and deceased

Eructated gases are gurgling as they bleed

Congested pus, blood and autodigested gore

Tissue corrodes as aggression gnaws..."



The mortuary table I now wipe, sponge and clean

Washing away the remains of life, the slab now gleams...



The evaporating reek of putrefaction gets right up my nose

Carnage, chunks and leftover pieces in the bin I dispose...



Advanced pyathrosis - let there be rot (fun in the morgue)

Foul autodigestion - necrotic mutation