Frankenstein, or Just The Monster
I feel nothing, and everything.
An empty echo.
Trapped, screaming but yawning.
I go unheard.
There is a spark,
A promise of reanimation
In endless pools of blue.
I can die and live
A thousand lifetimes
In an interlocked gaze…
But what happens
When the jolt
No longer
Reanimates
The dead.
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