Frankenstein; or, the New Prometheus
stitched carefully together
from odd parts
of other women
you preferred me to be
you recklessly called forth
roaring thunder
flashes of lightning
that wracked through
my body
electric agony igniting a spark
of independent life
I rose from the table reborn
something new
something other
you gazed upon me,
your creation,
not with love
not with compassion
but with revulsion
with horror
you had longed for the
perfect rag doll to pose
to toy with…
we both knew
the moment
my mismatched eyes
met yours
I was not she
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