Frankenstein
I see as you burn
in the hands of another
in the hands of a lover
I watch as your skin
is dug out
of your bones
by nails no longer my own
as your lips are bitten
and your eyes are gouged
and you bleed
you bleed
and he drinks your juice
he drinks your soul
the soul I gave you
the soul I breathed into you
but I turn away
and start heading my way
into the workshop
to write a new
poem












