a day at the cadaver lab: field trip! everyone's excited. except those many who are nervous about the smell or that they might puke. talk of dead bodies. i say i'd probably shit myself if one of them twitched while we were looking at it. other girl said she'd scream and not be able to move.
a walk down wide open hallways painted white. giant back staircases vacant. cement floors and ceilings. "can't you just imagine these walls smeared with blood?" i said.
everyone waits outside anxiously. "do you eat what they feed you" pencil tagged on a grim and mundane study desk.
enter the room. yep. eight of them. there they are. lying mostly dissected on the tables. smell. yes it smells.
gloves on and you can poke, prod or move it. don't hover too long or a haunted head rush'll grab you. check it out.. they sawed open their skulls with a hand saw.
muscles sag, still intact. poke. prod. move. pick up. turn. they're a little stiff... dried meat looks like beef jerky.
draw, dammit. just draw. taken out of reality and into the sketch book.
a day at the cadaver lab:
ReplyDeletefield trip! everyone's excited. except those many who are nervous about the smell or that they might puke.
talk of dead bodies. i say i'd probably shit myself if one of them twitched while we were looking at it. other girl said she'd scream and not be able to move.
a walk down wide open hallways painted white. giant back staircases vacant. cement floors and ceilings. "can't you just imagine these walls smeared with blood?" i said.
everyone waits outside anxiously. "do you eat what they feed you" pencil tagged on a grim and mundane study desk.
enter the room. yep. eight of them. there they are. lying mostly dissected on the tables. smell. yes it smells.
gloves on and you can poke, prod or move it. don't hover too long or a haunted head rush'll grab you. check it out.. they sawed open their skulls with a hand saw.
muscles sag, still intact. poke. prod. move. pick up. turn. they're a little stiff...
dried meat looks like beef jerky.
draw, dammit. just draw. taken out of reality and into the sketch book.
mine still smells.