Mutilation

• Sophie Chen, Grade 8
• Poetry
• 2021

Today, I will jump.
My body is a vessel, and I am a being
who’s infinitely close to perfection.
You are my puppets,
and nobody can escape
this endless wrath
of glory.

Tear off my breasts
and shove them down my throat.
I will cut my hair
until the blade reaches my pale, dry scalp.
I am perfect now.
My own Porcelain doll.
I am not warped.
I am God.