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Bloodied, torn and
Severe mutilation is all that
in shrink-wrap
Empty the onto the mortuary slab...

The morbid, body
Is dissected, and shred-
is hard as a mortuary technician
The go straight to my head...

The trunk now depleted gristle, with bactericidal
This disarticulation I bludgeon as I ablate...

Diluted spittle, bile and
Congealing on the floor
dismembered
As the I harshly sever...

Stabbing at the trachea, chest walls I
Slicing back flesh I tear, to malacia...

"Advanced rigor mortis, the corpse bruised
Kaleidoscopic mortis, the carcass a shade of livid blue
Joints are stiffened, I now bend and
The pulped, with cranial collapse..."

Bodily and fluids tapped
Maceration is oozing, as the I unwrap...

Finished the fragments, a mass of stinking waste
bloody mess, I hastily eviscerate...

Advanced Pyathrosis - let be rot (fun in the morgue)
Foul - necrotic mutation...

The gaping chest is crudely up
Internal are hastily replaced
The carnage totally
Another waste...

blood crusts
The corpse is totally rotten to the
The miserable, festering
I dismember my saw...

The are stitched, I shabbily try to repair
Disintegrating with histolycis and everyday and tear...

"Cadaveric dissolution, sliced, ripped and
Eructated gases are gurgling as bleed
Congested pus, and autodigested gore
Tissue as aggression gnaws..."

The table I now wipe, sponge and clean
Washing the remains of life, the slab now gleams...

The evaporating reek of putrefaction right up my nose
Carnage, chunks and leftover in the bin I dispose...

pyathrosis - let there be rot (fun in the morgue)
Foul autodigestion - mutation...