A corpse lay dead

cold to the touch
the cadaver lay there
bluish in color
the room was earily cold too
dark, dank
a musty smell
the people stood
looking, wondering
who was this person?
they all stared ahead
words were spoken
A briefing given
This cadaver had to be identified
And quickly
Who could they be?


Author: Carol anne

I am 40 years young. I'm blind and I have dissociative identity disorder, I also have complex PTSD. I blog about my life with these disorders. I live in Ireland.

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