Frankenstein

Frankenstein

I made you.

Built you up with flesh and bone and imagination.

I dreamed you up in my sleep.

Made you into something you weren't.

Perfect in every sense,

But you fell far from my expectations.

The imagination crumbled out of your flesh and bone.

And left a scar, thick and long down your side.

Red and rigid and tender, bleeding occasionally.

I made you defective.

Everything about you was right,

But something about us was wrong.

And never did I think that my own monster would turn on me.

I'd seen you bare your teeth but never at me.

You headed straight for my carotid artery.

I watched my own blood spew out onto your face and clothing and into your mouth,

While you smiled at me with that smile that i dug up out of a magazine and forcibly stitched to you. How fucking fake. I hope i taste nice.