Shelly’s Slave

Stitched together

from odds and sods,

the gift of graves

and grief of gods,

they call me ‘monster’,

Frankenstein,

I’ll murder the master

And make me mine.

 

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2 thoughts on “Shelly’s Slave

  1. timstavert says:

    Very clever to tell a story in a few words.

  2. Thanks, Timothy 🙂

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