Stolen

A poem by Kasey Senatore,

From Frankenstein's monster to his creator

Unstoppable

Infallible

Insatiable

The perfect man

You made

The strongest

And the coldest

Stolen breaths

Filling stolen lungs

Feeding a stolen heart

Which has already died

You’re using borrowed time

The perfect man you created

Stronger, faster, harder, colder

Isn’t this what you wanted?

Snapping necks under my thumb

Sending chills from a single glance

Shotgun shells useless on my lifeless skin

Isn’t this what you wanted?

When you stole my heart

From an aging grave,

How could you expect me

To feel compassion?

My heart has already died.

You gave me life

And I’m already dead inside.

Here’s your monster, Frankenstein.

Isn’t this what you wanted?