Portrait of a Girl Through a Filter
Walter Payton College Prep
I lie with my legs spread on a
silver piano balancing my heart
between my knees. the blood trickles
down my skin and drips onto my
toes. don’t I look beautiful today?
my mind squeezes into dust as the
piano roars and somewhere in the
world a mirror shatters. there is a
shard of glass for every time I have
cried and for every musical note in
the world. like dust they fly over me
and perch themselves on my open
body drawing out whatever blood
is left until I am gutted and drained.
I do not think about how my
antibodies fill champagne glasses or
how my organs dangle from the
chandelier or how my exposed body
is the centerpiece of a dead banquet.
they wanted me and they will have
it. we will feast on flesh tonight.
The reoccurring symbol of the human body gives off hollow and inhumane vibes, which fit the purpose of this piece very well as often times, on social media, inhumane and too-perfect-to-be-true people are shown and worshiped as the beauty standard. "Portrait of a Girl Through a Filter" makes me feel like I'm getting sucker punched repeatedly in the best way possible.
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Ana Carpenter is a sophomore (Class of 2022) at Walter Payton College Prep in Chicago, Illinois. Her work has appeared in Rare Byrd Review as well as other small anthologies and magazines. When she's not writing, she can be found reading, exploring new places, and shamelessly defending the YA genre