Frankenstein's monster
has got nothing on mine
Knees rooted in sorrow
Fire molten and melting down her neck
Smoke instead of a soul
Caught between
the parenthetical of disappointment
the hyphen
of spiteful jokes
Everyone talks about abuse
like it's a new flavor of creme in their coffee
Little do they know
that they are pulling the strings
My second poem inspired by the great poetry from 's post, for
contest. The first one is located here. This is all part of a contest for Yusaymon month- go check out his work! Huge shout-out to the poetry workshops at both MSP and the Writers Block for giving feedback on this poem, especially
and
.
Edit note: Originally I cited this image as belonging to Yusaymon- I was incorrect and have edited it to cite the correct artist.
Art is property of Klarem
Poetry is property of Sunravelme