That sound of the head hitting tiles, when you accidentally drop the corpse on the floor!
Yes, I’ve heard it before.
I’ve held a leg with no person, In a red bag.
Yes, I’ve smelled the plague.
The look of a body split in two, right down the center like a book open.
Yes, I’ve seen it happen.
The coldness of a perfect infant body, alive no more.
Yes, I’ve felt it before.
The irony flavor of blood
dripping down my arm.
Yes, I’ve tasted self harm.