The autopsy reel is always brutal.
There are requisite smells, leaks and metallics. There is no end to this reel. The murderers can programme it for severity.
It begins in the intimacy of the cubicle. The doctor’s fleshy hands will draw back the sheet just far enough to see the Y-incision. You will remember the nine months the baby swam through your stomachache black sea.
—Laura Ellen Joyce, The Luminol Reels