She sees you as flesh.
Every scar, birth mark, and bruise is magnified under her microscope.
She analyzes and her hypothesis is that every observation is a defect.
What’s can she do when all the meat is defected?
She cuts you up, slicing precisely. Then she will mold you into a sculpture. Something appealing to the eye.
As she sculpts, she punches, punishes. Every piece of flesh must be exact.
She manipulates, manhandles. The artistic process never ends.
She is you.