Mi Primera Autopsia

I'm nervous and scared
I feel a slight tingle
That noticeably speeds up
My heartbeat

Confused in the purity
Of my white coat
Everything around me
Feels so grim

I examine the body
With subtle care
I search every corner
Of the decayed torso

I make the first cut
With my tense hand
The sound of the scalpel
Breaks the silence

I look into the eyes of the corpse
And talk to myself
Thinking about how pathetic
Death can really be

I dig in vigorously with my hands
Into the dead brain
Trying to uncover
The reason for their death

My first day has ended
The whole process is done
I finish my work
And it ends their existence