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Jenna picked up the sharpest knife and created the letter Y shape, starting the incision from both shoulders and leading the knife down to the middle of abdominal region and then to pelvic area. Jenna opened up the skin by placing her hands in between the incision mark. This revealed the ribcage and beneath it all the organs.

There was some appearance of blood but it was only a little bit. Jenna had explained once again that this was due to the absence of a beating heart. She looked up at Elijah who gave her the thumbs up for the accurate incision and Halton began looking away.

“Halton what’s the matter? You’ll never be promoted if you can’t handle a simple autopsy.” Jenna chuckled as her voice bounced off the microphone and echoed across the mortuary.

Halton ignored her and began to pull a brave face as he continued watching.

The walls began to cave in, the room was now gloomier than ever and echoes travelled through the four walls; the agony in the mind was almost unbearable to where drastic action seemed to be the only answer to cure this infectious, abnormal feeling. All electronic devices were smashed in to pieces, the windows were now closed and the small draw was empty, its contents on the floor, a little sharp object was there wrapped in a soft cloth.  The need to incinerate the agony grew stronger as the object was now close to wounding the arm, a touch from the object enhanced the pain and distress as some blood became visible. The feeling was almost calming, relieving and more than satisfying. The object fell from the hand and within moments everything was back in its usual place, the room was brighter, the echoing had stopped as the electronic devices were put back on to the desk. Suddenly, a pain swept from the arm, burning through the veins as every vessel silently screamed. The eyes wide open as a tear leaped from the eye, down to the nose and on to the arm.

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“Think what you will, say all you want but it will not save you because I cannot hear you…”

The words so innocently spilled; like a mother prolonging each word as if she were rocking her child to sleep. Looking over a temporary paralysed victim, defused with an overdose of spinal anaesthesia and watching the struggle in the eyes as they begged with warm salty tears. Love remained in the heart of the executioner and so it was decided; death by a sip of poison.

First… Belladonna as it dissolved into the tissues of his tongue. He could no longer hear the torment, nor see clearly as his pupils became dilated. He closed his eyes and silently recited words of prayer. For he could feel his last breath near and to the thought - his body began to tremble. While he wished for life, he felt his lips open and another liquid burned like raging fire as it trickled down his throat.

“It’s nightshade my love. Do not worry. It will kill you ever so slowly.” Whispered the voice as they gently caressed their victim’s hair.

I can sense a raging fire burning through my skull. So painlessly steaming my mind and warming the deazones of my heart.

(This is something I wrote last night in my notebook)

Today the impossible feels possible

The soul feels bright and ready to be healed

Rid of insecurities

A time to regain all sanity

Washed of all anxiety

Able to see life clearly

A chance to recharge faith

To inhale the blessings of a precious month

Oh, Ramadan, how I have longed for your return