i'm so worried about
my friend dr. frankenstien.
in the laboratory all night
sewing
someone together. his servant
out all night
digging up graves.
victor in his white coat
harnessing lighting
from the sky.
the lifeless body
that he's knitted together
strapped by leather
on the long table.
i worry that he's lost it,
gone mad, he's become so
lonely. so in need
of a friend.
someone to confide in and give
him unconditional love.
but i get it, who doesn't
want that?
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