Victor Frankenstien went shopping through morgues and cemeteries and picked out only the very best features,
stitching them together with string and tape
the flowing black hair and the delicate pale skin,
it should have been perfect
but once the lightning struck and the creature opened his glassy eye the truth was revealed
you can't make a person that way
not a good one anyway
the hair was matted and the skin that looked so fresh on a corpse was jaundice
the monster was a monster by design, even if it was not intentional
I understand what it means to take what seems so beautiful on other bodies and stitch it together haphazardly trying to make something perfect
I have Victors hands, the hands that play god
but more than that,
I have the sickly skin and the glazed-over eyes
I have the very best things I saw in everyone else
a gentle angel with one million eyes to watch over her children,
I took her kindness
a wretched holy beast that could never be hurt, I took his aggression
I stole ideas and attitudes that resonated with me,
I stole the rebellion that I saw the righteous wear in books and on TV
I stole the heart that some sweet girl wore on her sleeve with faith in the world around her
I plagiarized, I became everything I thought was beautiful
with my Frankenstein hands I had created a self to live in, an idea to thrive in my useless body
I thought I could live as the perfect boy, the perfect person
but the ideas split off, still inside me
growing and expanding and bulging out of my skin
my bones crack under the weight of so many people within
the sweet, the angry, they were always at odds
a monster, a monster that lies in poppy fields and dreams about love
a sweetheart, a sweetheart that slices rats in half just to see what their insides look like
I am not the perfect thing I wanted to be
I am fractured like the bones I had to rip apart to make them fit
I am too little too late and too much too soon all in one,
not enough, never enough, far too much to bear
I am the god I swore was dead,
I am taxidermy animals that don't look quite right
I am fractures of what I wanted to be
I am Frankenstein
but
I am also Frankenstein's monster
Feb 15, 2018
Feb 15, 2018 at 4:05 PM UTC
Victor Frankenstien went shopping through morgues and cemeteries and picked out only the very best features,
stitching them together with string and tape
the flowing black hair and the delicate pale skin,
it should have been perfect
but once the lightning struck and the creature opened his glassy eye the truth was revealed
you can't make a person that way
not a good one anyway
the hair was matted and the skin that looked so fresh on a corpse was jaundice
the monster was a monster by design, even if it was not intentional
I understand what it means to take what seems so beautiful on other bodies and stitch it together haphazardly trying to make something perfect
I have Victors hands, the hands that play god
but more than that,
I have the sickly skin and the glazed-over eyes
I have the very best things I saw in everyone else
a gentle angel with one million eyes to watch over her children,
I took her kindness
a wretched holy beast that could never be hurt, I took his aggression
I stole ideas and attitudes that resonated with me,
I stole the rebellion that I saw the righteous wear in books and on TV
I stole the heart that some sweet girl wore on her sleeve with faith in the world around her
I plagiarized, I became everything I thought was beautiful
with my Frankenstein hands I had created a self to live in, an idea to thrive in my useless body
I thought I could live as the perfect boy, the perfect person
but the ideas split off, still inside me
growing and expanding and bulging out of my skin
my bones crack under the weight of so many people within
the sweet, the angry, they were always at odds
a monster, a monster that lies in poppy fields and dreams about love
a sweetheart, a sweetheart that slices rats in half just to see what their insides look like
I am not the perfect thing I wanted to be
I am fractured like the bones I had to rip apart to make them fit
I am too little too late and too much too soon all in one,
not enough, never enough, far too much to bear
I am the god I swore was dead,
I am taxidermy animals that don't look quite right
I am fractures of what I wanted to be
I am Frankenstein
but
I am also Frankenstein's monster
