Surviving Frankenstein
Necessary Transformations
your mask won't allow you to admit that
deep down you find yourself aroused
watching as hearts and veneer cracks
as bitter tears fall, staining the ground
carelessly living fast, careening past
bombs dropping hard, without a sound
looking back now, how did it last
so cavalier, crassly profound
your hands, the master of this mayhem
you feed the monster deep within
there is no telling where or when
you'll pluck away and start again
the truth you hide, rides in your wake
a sea of broken and outcast
the frankenstein masterpieces you make
now congregate, as people gasp
the unsightly massacre now witnessed
you grin at their shock and dismay
your softest smile reveals a grimace
unwilling victims, were always prey
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Kelli Sheckler-Amsden
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Well-wrought! It might be remarked that the monster's sour disposition in Mary Shelley's amazing story was not due to an evil intrinsic to itself, but to its abanonment by its creator, which I feel resonates here, as you seem to be remarking on the cowardice and fliipant disregard of the creator. However, the creation lives on, and being so strong in its freakishness, has great potential for a redemption arc! Alas, the pistons that drive human nature! Very well-wrought!
Wow this really is dark, Kelli, and apropos of so much of the world today! Really inwardly gnawing and visceral!
How gruesome! I love the picture you painted with this poem, nice work.
A haunting portrayal of inner chaos and manipulation, brilliantly intense and gripping.
Wow, and I thought my muse was dark... Great pic, too!