HORROR Poem: Frankenstein’s Flower, by Allan Scherlen

This monster of Dr. Frankenstein,
built with spare parts and raised
from the dead, escaped

a mob to kneel and learn to play
with flowers at the water’s edge;

the monster liked the girl’s flower,
learning to throw them in like her
with stitched-on hands;

the mob no longer mattered –
his eyes affixed on the flower
floating on the water.

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