light flickers from the

dirty dusty work bench

as a man hovers,

hunched over a large black mass

he turns and I see

his yellow stained lips and

red viened eyes

“Igor, is that you?”

the snarl of my name on his twisted lips

it hurts

“Master”

I call

softly

like the white petaled rose

I saw this morning

“It is time, Igor”

His breath hits my face

and the stench of the bench

continues to bring tears to my eyes.

I walk to the machine and flip the switch

His eyes glare in madness as

he stares at the large black  mass

“Igor, Stand back”

I hear a howl and a sharp scream

grating my fingernails and teeth

“It’s alive, Igor!!!”

He scrambles closer and peers down

In one swift movement

The blackness fills my vision

and I knew

no more.

 

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This poem is inspired by the Monster She Wrote, Prompt Challenge: Day 1 Frankenstien by Mary Wollstonecraft Shelley. I will be trying to follow this prompt challenge as much as I can throughout the month of October! (But no promises) I look forward to all the spooky vibes! My other poems can be found on the blog The Life and Times of a Quirky Character. Photo by 𝘋𝘖𝘕𝘖𝘝𝘈𝘕 𝙍 𝙀 𝙀 𝙑 𝙀 𝙎 on Unsplash.