mark / justyne

​The steel doesn’t care who lies upon it.

​At four in the morning, the autopsy bay is an island of sub-zero absolute. The tray is cold. The instruments are cold. The air entering my lungs carries the frost of the refrigeration units, cutting straight through the heavy lingering scent of clove smoke on my collar.

​Under the glare of the overheads, everything is reduced to temperature and texture.

​Smooth, non-porous metal.

Pale, unresponsive skin.

The sharp, unyielding edge of a blade held in a gloved hand.

​In the quiet, you learn that metal holds onto temperature far longer than flesh ever could. A human body burns hot, lives loud, and cools down until it matches the room. But the table stays cold. The scalpel stays cold. They belong to this space in a way the living never truly can.

​I rest my fingertips against the stainless steel edge, feeling the bite of the chill through the nitrile latex. My winged eyeliner catches in the chrome reflection—a dark, sharp contrast against the sterile, silver backdrop.

​Outside these doors, the world is warm, chaotic, and loud.

​In here, there is only the quiet equilibrium of the ice. The room waits for the flesh to quiet down, and the steel waits to do its work.

It’s abt time I drew this mf, I already drew him once for a commission but I def need to do it more often :p this is still a wip, it took me all day bc me and my mom and lil sister went out shopping and I finally got a new sketchbook and pen.. so I wanna post more sketches aswell, although my sketches are always rlly rough and incoherent so uh.. I’ll try to make them a bit more clean so you can actually tell what I am drawing.

Also posting this just to show I am still alive lol I just take way too long to draw