Date with the Dead

Who are you?
What is your story?
Who did this to you?
What were you against?

The trace of claws in the arms. The scars, that of a warrior.
The resting face held a lioness grace.

They mock my job. They believe nothing can go wrong. Anything worse, I'll probably end up with a pulse.

Only I witness the brutality, the wounds, the pain that person suffered and the beauty of the heart. I try to be their voice, their mind and recreate the horror.

None would want to relive the trauma as I when I sign the Coroner's Inquest.