Early Departure
With this worn eraser, I rub again and again,
On the draft paper.
Removing all traces of my existence
From the world.
Those untalented, useless souls
Struggle in vain,
Waiting for the blade to fall on them.
How can one enjoy
The unavoidable pain?
The moment comes silently,
Without cries
Or the sound of flesh tearing,
I decide to leave early,
Refusing to participate in this ceremony.
All I want is to write in red paint all over:
I hate you.
Kehan Sun's essay "Be a Pigeon" was published in Issue #16 of The Match Factory. Kehan is a senior Illustration major at the School of Visual Arts. She hopes to be a humorist and a collector of useless, cute little things.