Alexis Rotella
Arnold, Maryland, USA

Inside the Morgue

Oh dear. Car keys not in my purse. Must have left them in a lab coat. Thought I was done breathing formaldehyde for the day. What choice do I have? I cover my nose and mouth with a scarf, switch on the overhead fluorescent lights that give the lab an eerier glow. Why do I tiptoe? Corpses can’t hear.

blank canvas
the starkness
of white