origami

She tore her body to shreds, like a scrappy little ragdoll. Razorblades were the tool but not the motivation. Why did she feel like she had to punish herself like that? She cut and ripped and tore the flesh away. No matter how much it suffered she continued to mutilate her body. They would certainly have deemed her insane if they had witnessed the torture self-inflicted.
When the cutting ceased, she stood tall in the mirror and stared long at the work of art she had created. And she smiled. Her face was no longer recognizable. The blood fell hard to the floor. It splattered on her toes. "No need for nail polish now," she said with a sideways laugh. She never saw herself so beautiful.
The mirror was shattered and deceiving. She should have died sooner from the injuries. She lasted long enough for a final prayer and turned the bathtub faucet on as hot as it would go. She poured the salt in but left the bubbles alone. And then she said, "Goodnight." Someone else would have to feed her pet rat from now on.