While watching autopsy videos, I can’t help but reminisce about the good old days— dissecting cadavers in medical school. It’s kinda funny that what I remember most— is that it’s truly hard to focus on the task when you’re having a massive hard-on.
Pieces of her ended up in the fridge. Inside the freezer, her lifeless eyes stare coldly at her heart— blaming it for her shortcomings.
I closed the lights and made my way to the bed I shared with my sister; she was already asleep, a small lump on her side of the bed. I climbed onto the bed beside her and was about to drift off to sleep when I realized -my sister was at camp right now.
Is it just me or is a collection of any critical mass just creepy?
Ceramic puppies, monkey toys, keychains, spoons, machetes.