The morgue air hung heavy a chill seeping into her bones. Her eyes fixated on the cold steel table where a body lay silent.
Was this wrong this dark obsession with death and nakedness
She imagined the warmth that once filled this shell the life that had animated it.
She felt a pull a desire to connect with this silent form.
Autopsy photos. The grim reality of medical examination.
To touch to feel to experience this ultimate intimacy with the departed.
A forbidden act an ultimate rebellion against death's dominion.
Life asserting itself in the face of death's embrace.
She turned away from the images her own body tingling with an unfamiliar heat.
A reminder of the fragile line between life and death.
Even in death the body held secrets waiting to be unveiled.
A silent invitation to explore the forbidden.
A new desire awakened a hunger for the unknown.
