Eyes.
They tell you if a person is alive, or dead.
I work in a morgue. I see dead ones. I sew them shut.
I hate working alone.
A new body came in. Her legs are missing. It's cut smooth. She has been dead for at least a week.
She started looking at me.
I know she does.
Her eyes are alive.
The stitches won't hold. So I glued them shut.
It didn't work.
She looked at me again.
I'm hiding. I'm in the storage room.
I heard her drop down. I heard her slide over to the door.
Her fingers are sliding back and forth under the door.
I can't get out.
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