The shadowy figure in the corner.

In the morgue
it was cold
her finger tips felt numb
and the smell of formaldehyde
had invaded her nostrils
rather than stop
she worked through the night
as she had on the nights that had come before.

Tonight the cold had begun to slow her
forcing the blood to thicken inside her
and in this spot she worked
there was a feeling
that she couldn’t remember
a thought that kept prodding within her
and turning ice cold at the tips of fingers
shattering her grasp of reality
and slowly she began to drift
further within.

In a spot in the corner of the room
there was a silhouette
she looked up and smiled
her lips unfrozen
untouched by the cold
or was it the cold
did her lips freeze within a smile?

Back to work she went
as the shadowy figure
in the corner
held a string
a string that prodded at her fingers
guiding her through the coldness of the room
keeping her from locking up
and stopping altogether.

Here in this moment
reality was unveiled
here in this moment she thought
is this the truth?
Have I ever been on my own?
Have I ever been in control?
Staring down at the body on the table
she thought if this was me
would I be at peace?
Are they at peace?

Time to cut further into the body
she stared at the figure locking eyes
if you want you can have mine
you already do right?
You own me anyways
forcing me to act a certain way
I see it now
you’ve all been in control
I’ve spent so long in this room
prepping all of you
and I see it tonight
it is you who own me
it is the dead that pays me
the dead that feeds me
the dead that keeps me working.

Thanks for reading.
-Temperamentally Tina