Mutilation

I bear witness the evolving grace of pain.
I give to you my gift of tortured mind and purity of soul--
for even I am a child of God.
And by rebirth, I mutilate,
captivate, and gentle the screaming mania.
How forgotten it is.
To understand the breath of humanity is defined
in the stilling of a heart. To you I say, within my prose,
the instructions to my crucifixion. I am redeemed.
Born again beyond the closed partitions of flesh.
At last, more than just another ugly girl, laughing
hollowly at paisley jokes given by men
who never fully become erect.
Complete, basking now, in the beauty of my malignant gravity.
For the sabotage of Heaven and the sanctity of Hell. I love you.
I bite through my flesh, tearing with the frenzy of tribute to you.
I bleed forth the validity of my self-infection.
And tomorrow the world began.